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Mon, Mar. 27th, 2000, 06:35 pm

seems like things all just fall apart. sickness defeats the bright allocations, follows the medicine down, coats the stomach to too many parables. i want to love her, but there are fix-em-up projects i can't move to enter her house. This house is ill, and there are no more windows to climb through.