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...1:29 am Thursday, Apr. 10, 2008, 1:06 am My sister is an exquisite poet, and I don't know what to do about it.Or rather, I'm up late at night, and she is always exactly like me, except better in most ways, and what am I supposed to do about that? I'm not a good example at all. At All I wished that Kelly or Peaches would play on the satelite radio the whole way home. I dont know why, because I was in the car with Dad and Matthew. Why does no one ever call him Matt? I never cared about having kids at all until lately. Until lately when I've been starting to think that maybe I'm not able to have my own. And that just sucks. |