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Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all. - V
the weather is full of bull, and i feel like tarting myself with some lemon.
i wonder what i will make with one hand in EtBr.
posted by jonathan @ 11:15 AM
posted by jonathan @ 11:15 AM
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