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His name was Ray, I was in 5th grade, I think. He was a great guy, his dad sold jewelry. He gave me a pair of earrings, and when my mom saw them, she made me give them back and stop *seeing* him (what the point of that was I don't know, it's not like we dated or saw each other outside school anyways). I told her I'd have to keep my eyes closed in class to avoid seeing him, and I got in trouble (again) for being a smart-mouth.
Some things never change, it seems.
Favorite type of PJ's for gals? (This is admittedly a self-serving question, I'm going to a pajama party, reg. party but everyone's wearing pjs, and I gotta figure out what to wear. Don't want to wear my reg. pjs, and don't want to wear lingerie to the party.)
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -
Matt Groening
My goal? To fulfill my potential.
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