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~sigh~
This isn't working out. That was my last, best attempt at trying to repair some sort of causeway where we could exchange positions without the venom.
It's not you, it's me. If we pass in the hallways, I promise I will be polite and say hi. You can keep the CDs I loaned you.
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Gives a man a halo, does mead.
"Here lies The_Jazz: Killed by an ambitious, sparkly, pink butterfly."
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