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Post by Daz on Jun 17, 2007 16:00:54 GMT
"Jack's just gonna do that.. I dunno how.. he dosnt even have money to buy them."
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Post by Hannah on Jun 17, 2007 16:01:39 GMT
"Ohh I wanna go too" I sulk
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Post by Daz on Jun 17, 2007 16:05:35 GMT
"You're not well enough."
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Post by Jacky on Jun 18, 2007 17:14:03 GMT
"Life sucks." I announce after I returned.
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Post by Daz on Jun 18, 2007 17:28:34 GMT
I look up at him, frowning.. "Life is what you make of it."
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Post by Jacky on Jun 18, 2007 17:34:54 GMT
"Then I make it a vacuumcleaner. It sucks." I sit down on my bed.
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Post by Daz on Jun 18, 2007 17:38:02 GMT
I stare at him.. "Whatever, Jack."
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Post by Jacky on Jun 18, 2007 17:38:58 GMT
"I wanna have a guitar." I look around. "Do you think they have a guitar here?"
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Post by Daz on Jun 18, 2007 17:41:43 GMT
"I doubt it." I say coldly.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 18, 2007 17:46:36 GMT
"...Hmm." I drum my fingers on the side of my bed, bored out of my skull.
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