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| 11:21pm 26/03/2005 |
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dear blue eyes,
for some reason i couldn't stop thinking about you today. i was so frustrated about it that i cried so hard that the cries turned into coughs turned into dry heaves.
i'll come to work on monday and flash a smile at you when you walk past me. you'll never know.
signed,
samn |
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