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Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Ninety on Ninetyfive

Ninety miles an hour driving north on Ninety-Five. I am trying to get away from you and save the little that I am. I have turned off the radio since every songs whispers your name is not good for my health nor to my little moment of fame. I thought that I would never leave and now I am on my way I... Sign in to see full entry.

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