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Fuck you sylvia plathFuck you Sylvia PlathFuck you sylvia plath
You have *no* new messages in your voicemail inbox. There are *7* messages in your voice mail inbox. [New York is rain-glossed. A wet rat ran by, silent, but comet bright by lamp light. I'm still waiting here. Can we talk?] He asked to borrow my notes. It's a writing class; what good would other people's notes do? It should have warned me. He said he'd buy me a cup of coffee, to say thanks. He was kind of cute. Floppy hair, bright like young pine planks. Still, not really my type. He had this way of fondling the tip of his ear. When he talked, he snaked his neck from side to side. As he did this,
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Really Sorry ... My English sucks!!!
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R.
i always wondered how people sold things on here since id never done it.
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