"Oh, I'll wake up in a thousand years, with every ghost I'm looking through. I was a cold, cold boy. Hey, oh, when I lie with you. But when I go back through. When it's gone and you hope, that your mind's made up." - Ra Ra Riot.
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Comp in class essays kill your brain cells... I'm pretty sure of it... its actually a form of torture in other countries, but only the truly evil use it!
you're so brilliant! Of course you got A's on your papers : ) We should have a christmas movie marathon or something!!!
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