the world gets tilted at a 45. is it my inner ear, or my outer innerness? no one knows for shoreline.
scott and i just spent far too long reading our old gmail conversations as if they were dramatic stage plays. we lol-ed. others in the roomly room were not as amused as we.
i wish i could say it's because they are heathen philistines. but alaska. rebellionaire.
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You have a good reading voice.
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