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i could swear to you that there is someone at my door, trying to break into my house. that there is someone at my window just staring at me.
sigh.
it would be nice if i actually lived anywhere near my friends and i could just go and hang out with them whenever i wanted. but, alas, i am stuck here in the middle of nowhere with messy hair and an oversized tool t-shirt on.
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there's this book i'm reading for AP US history. it's called killer angels and it's about the battle of gettysburg. i am trying my damndest to get into to it, but it is mighty slow, and it's 400 pages long. god....i am a sad case.
until next time.
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