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›bio: kristen
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›7/24/2005
›08:57

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It's so far in the past, that I don't even have the last email I sent him.

It saddens me to see the uncle of one of the London perpetrators. How sad. The whole thing. It always happens - the fear the closing the ranks.

Truly, it's lovely here.

I only knew him for a bit.

Snap out of it kristen.

Chase another car.

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