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ZZ's writing meme

Para-Sara

Published: Nov 21, 2007

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. Man, there are way too many of these things... everyone is so over them. So why do I enjoy them so much even though they're so lame? XD

Oh well. This one delayed my homework another twenty minutes, so that counts for something.

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Jan 2, 2008

Awww, English didn't say hello!

Thank god. This made me laff.

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