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Despite at least 28 various attempts to move onto greener pastures, my little pink heart seems to have a one-track mind. I keep wanting it to beat, "Free-dom" but all it wants to do is beat out "Walk-er." Stupid, dumb, stubborn heart. Stupid, dumb, stubborn boys. Here I've got Christmas presents for the dumb stupidhead (wow, I've got quite a vocabulary today, no?) that I can't bring myself to re-gift as I should (well, aside from the hat, but it probably wouldn't have fit him anyway). I guess I'll just hold onto them for a few years when he might show up again.
Oh man, that's the most depressing thing I've ever said.
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