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An Now He Ded From Luv... I can't do it... I've tried and I've tried, but I can't feel the love in my soul. All I feel is shame and bitterness. And misery. And this little lump that I really should see the doctor about. And should my soul be THAT squissy on the left side? Ewww. Anyway... Obviously, I'm not worthy of F_L. So I'll be out back building a raft that will take me from here to a snarky world. Anybody who wants to join me, please bring food. Esp snack cakes. **There's a place for us...soooomewhere, a place for us...** Post a comment in response: |
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