| My friend Eugene... | 
| He laments the misery of strangers. Posted by thomaslogan on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 06:24:00 PST
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| My friend Marcy... | 
| She has no one to think about. Posted by thomaslogan on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 04:11:00 PST
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| My friend Walter... | 
| He is the last green leaf on your dying tree. Posted by thomaslogan on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 08:37:00 PST
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| My friend Adina... | 
| She gave them too much credit. Posted by thomaslogan on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 05:42:00 PST
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| My friend Simon... | 
| He'll be ok. Posted by thomaslogan on Fri, 28 Jul 2006 12:44:00 PST
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| My friend Vilhelm... | 
| He's going to die in a car crash. Posted by thomaslogan on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 11:59:00 PST
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| My friend Hailey... | 
| She can't relate to your enormous success. Posted by thomaslogan on Wed, 24 May 2006 11:20:00 PST
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| My friend Samuel... | 
| He slams every door. Posted by thomaslogan on Mon, 06 Mar 2006 10:33:00 PST
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| My friend Frederick... | 
| He keeps his optimism in check. Posted by thomaslogan on Sun, 05 Mar 2006 12:16:00 PST
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| My friend Elisa... | 
| She asked me if I thought Hitler was onto something. Posted by thomaslogan on Wed, 25 Jan 2006 03:07:00 PST
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