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34 lines
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<h1>Zk | Yee.</h1>
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<p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
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<p>M-m-m-m-moondog!</p>
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<p>Since I’m such an attention whore, we went and hung out tonight! Yay. I went to go pick her up at her house, but ended up driving past it unknowingly. He and his mom laughed at me, I giggled and stared nervously at the imposing numbers tacked to the siding. Must remember, evens on one side, odds on the other.. c.c Afterwards, we went out to Cafe Luna for hot and tasty drinks, marvelling at the weirdest book collection I’ve seen in a while. Upon finishing, we left to go visit his mother at her place of work. It was awkward, but not as bad as it could’ve been. We departed and headed back to his house where we fooled around some, went outside, played with doggies (DOGGIES!!!!), went back in, and fooled around s’more. He’s scare when he stares at me REALLY CLOSE.</p>
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<p>Then I drove home and ate processed foodstuffs and a banana</p>
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