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I find myself poking my brain and not getting much of a response right now. Mid afternoon, the skies are grayer than normal, and it's noticably messing with my mood, I believe.
I want something. Can't put my finger on it, though.
Drat.
I want something. Can't put my finger on it, though.
Drat.
The Heart Wants What It Wants, Said Pervert Woody Allen Once
Or maybe some oral sex.
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--Lilo, Lilo & Stitch
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