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Jo Ellen Aragon
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- Culver City, CA
- Last Record: 2013-05-09 14:39:35 -0500
- Joined: Nov 11, 2010
- twitter.com/joellen_ar...
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Every night she dreamed about touching the stars, until the night the stars dreamed about touching her. |
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One night while routinely counting the infinitesimal imperfections of her freckled features, she looked up at the night sky and realized with wonder that she was just made in its image. Now she counts stars instead.
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tiny stoooooooories, how i love them.
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"Oh you poor dear, I heard of your loss; what happened?" "I loved him to death." |
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As my story comes to a close I realize that I was the villain all along. |
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