I'd LOVE to meet Julian again, so that I can return his change of a dollar fifty and cause he's really cute.
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My abode. Where thoughts run free upon the plains like wild horses. And be borne into the night wind, into the night, never to return to the blinding light of tomorrow's morn. And said gifted to wield... Posted by on Sat, 08 Apr 2006 06:06:00 GMT
