solstice: and you shall know us by our smell
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›7/24/2005
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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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