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06-13-2007, 04:27 PM
I walked into my classroom and groaned. Another school year...great. Matt came in and sat next to me. "Can you believe it. Jeff couldn't even open his locker." Matt said, smiling. "Typical Jeff." I shook my head, and giggled.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby
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