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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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2006
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June
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- *111 - haircut at last
- *110 - thosai
- *109 - scrambled eggs
- *108 - loser ):
- *107 - sats, my second try!
- *106 - round face, prominent nose
- *105 - study techniques
- *104 - carmen
- *103 - iced mocha
- *102 - daddy day
- *101 - hundredandone!
- *100 - unproductiveness
- *099 - muggertoads
- *098 - 5 new designs
- *097 - dusty albums
- *096 - so you think you can dance
- *095 - cool geek
- *094 - michelle turns 18!
- *093 - the name game
- *092 - weighty issues
- *091 - devil's number
- *090 - secret thing
- *089 - siyuan
- *088 - sats
- *087 - he got out!
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