Wednesday, March 31, 2004
T.
Are you still writing? I mean obviously something more than croony adolescent sob stories to try and win me back? I remember you were the only boy that could compare me to an eggplant without insulting me. Eggplant lust, you used to call it. I might miss that.
Oh, and by the way, I still think of you every time I see maracas.
~Diana
¶ 4:35 PM
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Are you still writing? I mean obviously something more than croony adolescent sob stories to try and win me back? I remember you were the only boy that could compare me to an eggplant without insulting me. Eggplant lust, you used to call it. I might miss that.
Oh, and by the way, I still think of you every time I see maracas.
~Diana
¶ 4:35 PM
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