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05-16-2007, 07:24 PM
Ok, I understand. But you can even ask HayleyDoll, I'm normally not like this.
BIC:
I looked around. I was in a house, but it wasn't familiar. "Morgandy, dear. How nice to see you." I turned around. There was a strange lady in front of me. "Hi.." I said, slowly.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby
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