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Tuesday, December 20, 2011 @ 9:51 PM
my friend who lost her name
"like toasted marshmallows, you don't know which
bit of the marshmallow surface will explode first."
I love this, I love
this so much.
I love her,
too.
I miss the way she
gives me the strangest of names.
And she's my
strangest of friends, but I love her all the same.
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