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annejumps
- Atlanta, Georgia
- Last Record: 2013-06-18 02:19:50 +0200
- Joined: Aug 12, 2011
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She had a bluebird tattooed on her shoulder, but happiness always seemed to fly away. |
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"Let's not kid ourselves," said Billy to Nanny. |
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The Sympathy Orchestra plays for you its saddest, sweetest, softest tune. |
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Concord the Pacifist Betta Fish was a lover, not a fighter. Which was why he got along well with Smooch the Kissing Gourami. |
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"You've got to stop talking to yourself," I whispered. |
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The girl with scoliosis knew she had to put her back into it and straighten herself out. |
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No one will ever tell you to "be shy." |
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Mary was of two minds when it came to the notion of self-acceptance.
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"I guess I just didn't think you'd replace me," said the light bulb. |
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FOR SALE A Penny For My Thoughts A Nickel For My Nightmares A Dime For My Dreams |
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On the last page of the last book was where she found the answer. |
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She could only read his letters by moonlight. |
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Don't look now, but they're gaining on you. |
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The pages in this book are out of order! Now I can't tell where it ends. |
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The one thing they all wanted to buy wasn't for sale. |
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Serenaked: v. to musically bare one's soul. |
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When they said she wasn't "all there," they were right.
[for A Copy of a Copy's drawing, "unfinished"] |
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I wasn't sure whether what I had found was a vampire campsite or a sacred burial ground |
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I'd cut it, but then I'd have to find somewhere else to put all this stuff. |
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