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| di luce | My fingers jerked, my knees spasmed as I tried to type something of my thoughts. It's a good thing she can't see my heart contort and warp and twist and my neck pinch tight in anxiety. What I wouldn't give for a sunny disposition to wear on my sleeve. | 030207 |
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| birdmad | the clown | 030207 |