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Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Dread.

I want to talk to you like we use to talk. I want to laugh with you. I want to touch you. I want to love you. I want to kiss you. I want to be with you.

Damn, I want to be with you
Posted by C. at 9:22 PM
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