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Thursday, December 11, 2008

Hoped

Oh dear.
That's not good.
I guess I was hoping you stopped writing because you had nothing to write about.
I guess I was just hoping.
I should know by now things like these just don't go away.
But I was hoping that they would.
I'm a stupid idiotic naive hoper.
Posted by Andrea at 1:22 PM

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