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6 comments:
this kind of thing pisses me off! and why, on earth, should we have to press one for english...in america?
*giggles* annoying people
Actually, it's the one next to Knight's in Cabot.
seth...you need to go to my myspace and listen to my song.
i know you don't like pink, but i know you'll like the song...it's to president dipshit.
Sorry but I don't think I really want to.
P. S. work sucks.
geez...i just now read the comment you were talking about the other day.
i thought you were talking about a different one.
i'm sorry you feel bad about it. it'll get better.
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