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March 11th, 2009 6:10 am
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I was thinking, what if ;sdd
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There's going to be another one. A bigger one.


saturday

I'm calling the police
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February 2nd, 2009 1:36 pm
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I think I recall someone talking about a few group sessions for those of us people to learn about their abilities, and maybe talk about repercussions of--you know. Was that right, or am I just imagining things?
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January 26th, 2009 1:54 pm
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Issac. )
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January 22nd, 2009 6:09 am
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I guess I missed this place more than I thought.













Now how does one get through the snow to go buy snow clothes.



In the meantime. Cera. Cowboy the hell up. I may have a limited amount of time in Western Movie Theatres.~


Also--do these councils bear any resemblance to their Star Wars counterparts? If so, I'm going to have to place my vote of no confidence now.
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January 16th, 2009 9:37 pm
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So--how does this all work, exactly?

I'm Neena, by the way. New kid, hands up.
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January 5th, 2009 1:32 am
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I hear the bells of the other world. )
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January 5th, 2009 1:08 am
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1
OUT of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travel’d a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look’d on you,
For I fear’d I might afterward lose you.

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(Now we have met, we have look’d, we are safe;
Return in peace to the ocean, my love;
I too am part of that ocean, my love—we are not so much separated;
Behold the great rondure—the cohesion of all, how perfect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
As for an hour, carrying us diverse—yet cannot carry us diverse for ever;
Be not impatient—a little space—Know you, I salute the air, the ocean and the
land,
Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.)
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