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Friday, October 7, 2011
Something was in the dark...
She watched the world sit quietly, just for a second, over his shoulder. Music drifted.
They were close -- they were wrapped around.
Feet bumped together, a deep breath, fingers wound.
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kendra bobowick is writing my story
I'm a year old and have some problems: Lyme, ear infections, and trouble retaining my food. My name is Lily.
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