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Saturday, March 28, 2009
Reality.


I found this in the desktop!
(We were so cute and had bangs; goodlord)






The parents are home.
The grandparents are up.
They told them about the phone.
Now the parents are super pissed.
I swear.
it seems as if the story sounds unbelievable.
But it was a fact.
I got dragged out of bed at 8.
ohboy, tell me that is early.

I thank god that sissy isn't around.
I really am.






















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