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Saturday, March 24, 2007

Thu Magic Words... No argu she was strange. She could be gone tomorrow, quick unspoken exit same as she came: sans hello or goodbye. As if she lived the minute with no memory of pleasure past, or hopes in future dreams. She went among friends and strangers with equal ease never fearing, big mouth... Sign in to see full entry.

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