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  <title>Bonnie</title>
  <subtitle>Bonnie</subtitle>
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    <name>Bonnie</name>
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  <updated>2004-08-19T18:33:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:15150</id>
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    <title>debug</title>
    <published>2004-08-19T18:33:20Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i find that uofl stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wont let me in a class, actually seven, as an extra one person. but i cant be an art major as a parttime student. so pretty much....i cant be an art student. contradiction? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three days until classes start and i am part time.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:14948</id>
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    <title>bbbpoooootttbiiibooott</title>
    <published>2004-07-22T02:12:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-22T02:12:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im making a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot woot. been long time.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:14653</id>
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    <title>A BUUUUUUHH</title>
    <published>2003-11-28T00:05:19Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-28T00:05:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im in town. I like college a lot. which makes me not ever want to come home, now i have no reason to come home. I dont want to go back to the way things were before i went to college, i want the good things of course, like the way my relationship was, but i dont want the drama and the immaturity of all my friends. i mean the way people act when they get together is outrageous. At times its funny, but the things i find funny at Longwood are completely different from the things i used to find funny at home. i am confused. and im also confused as to why we are having thanksgiving on friday instead of thursday...today. my parents strive to be different, they hate conformity. right.&lt;br /&gt;yes im a natural blue</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:14462</id>
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    <title>sacajaweeeea</title>
    <published>2003-05-09T16:22:18Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-09T16:22:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i dont like it when your muscles ache...and when you are done with alll projects that are due before school ends, which is on tuesday. so these last three days. are completely pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world is smart.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:14321</id>
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    <title>bonbonskin @ 2003-04-22T12:12:00</title>
    <published>2003-04-22T16:12:58Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-22T16:14:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sparta</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Kanemitsu/1036685256_pic-redhat.jpg" border="0" alt="You wanna kill Avril"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Avril  Lavigne, she's a disgrace to your kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Kanemitsu/quizzes/%20What%20annoying%20Celebrity%20would%20you%20most%20likely%20wanna%20kill%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt; What annoying Celebrity would you most likely wanna kill?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:13892</id>
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    <title>A Warning.</title>
    <published>2003-04-15T17:09:42Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-15T17:09:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you or anyone else you know is thinking about going to Sacred Heart Academy. DON'T. Don't do it. It will be the worst decision of your life and you will be robbed of your highschool career. It could be fun, and highschool is fun. As long as you aren't at Sacred Heart. If you never trust me again or never have in the past, it would be a life altering wise decision to trust me on this one. Im not joking, kidding, or even exagerrating. DON'T GO TO SACRED HEART ACADEMY IT WILL BE THE WORST DECISION YOU EVER MADE IN YOU ENTIRE LIFE AND YOU WILL REGRET IT. And if your parents try and send you there, run. And never stop running until they are so scared of losing you that they let you go somewhere else. And by saying to run, I don't mean that literally. Get it?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:13806</id>
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    <title>Well...These people Dont know much about punk.</title>
    <published>2003-04-15T16:57:39Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/tasteofink/1000614117_uresSOPUNK.jpg" border="0" alt="punk"&gt;&lt;br&gt;YOUR SO PUNK...you listen to bands like taking back&lt;br&gt;sunday, finch, and brand new. you like to have&lt;br&gt;fun and dont worry about what people think of&lt;br&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/tasteofink/quizzes/labels%20suck!%20but%20which%20one%20are%20YOU%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;labels suck! but which one are YOU? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:13495</id>
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    <title>yesterday</title>
    <published>2003-04-04T17:09:42Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-04T17:09:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;I have no idea how to say this. He says to me...a sort of thought out loud, oh shit i cant go to cullens tommorow afternoon, i am being picked up by hannah and katie. I asked hes skipping band practice so he can be picked up by two girls. Sort of agitated tone i guess. He said, Yes. Which means, he will be picked up by them brought to erics house, get incredibly ripped, wash eric's car and then show up at the show at 7 acting like a retard. I dont know whether to be mad at him or not. I think it's lame that he would piss his friends off and ditch them for a drug. And who knows what will happen when hes ripped and there just happens to be two girls there. I have no faith in people anymore. I always look for the worst.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:13062</id>
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    <title>jail</title>
    <published>2003-04-02T18:07:55Z</published>
    <updated>2003-04-02T18:07:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">jail stinks. there is nothing to do as well as no point in being in this hellhole. I don't want to stay an hour in a half in a gym with the entire school pretending to have feelings for this school in some way or another...i want to go home and take a shower maybe even walk the dogs for once. Damn this school. Damn my mother who isn't home. Damn. Damn. Im leaving one way or another i would totally get suspended for two days if i cut one period but it's all good...at least my spring break would be longer than anyone else's. Bite me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:12837</id>
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    <title>you</title>
    <published>2003-03-27T02:57:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-27T02:57:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So. It was going well. Almost a dream. Everything is what i wanted it to be. He couldn't be a better person, couldn't be a more perfect person for me. So caring, so unselfish, so, there. It was almost like it was too good to be true. And hell, i know conflicts aren't able to be avoided, but this sure is one fucked up conflict. We can't find a problem with one another, that's the conflict. I love him and i truly do. It's the one person i honestly do love at this point of my life, and its terrifying. It's been almost 5 months if im correct which is barely enough time but it happened fast. I've never actually said I love you to anyone and meant it as much as i do for him. Him. He is too unhappy. I don't know much but i know that he has lived one long and terribly unhappy life which stops him from being happy and there is nothing i can do about it at all, i can't help him in any way. I want to give him everything for just one day of happiness. I don't want him to care about if I'm happy doing the things we do for an hour maybe more  but just for once, so that he will get back some of what he gives to me. Just being with him makes my entire dramaticly exageratted life disappeared. It seems like my horrible life is nothing compared to his and it kills me inside to know that it won't get better. And to lose him, would be...for lack of a better word, hell. I'd go into hiding. I'd escape from all those who ever once cared. It would all be gone. I'm not good at this juggling deal. He's better than my equal. And it's amazing that he can stand me. I wish the best for him. That's it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:12563</id>
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    <title>When i felt your pain.</title>
    <published>2003-03-24T18:13:19Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-24T18:13:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You ever notice that when you are in a good mood and you turn on some music, any kind, that happens to be depressing in the slightest bit your entire mood is changed and not on purpose. SO would that mean that i was incredibly depressed when i say all i can listen to is depressing music, and uplifting music pisses me off? I dont fell depressed. Although i wasn't depressed when my parents sent me to the rapy, so maybe that put in the frame of mind that "hey maybe i really am depressed, and that's why im here" so now my mind thinks im depressed. They say that if you are depressed for more than two weeks for no particular reason then it an actual case of depression. Maybe i just don't like being happy, maybe im not suposed to be happy, even though i am or feel to be. I say fuck those people who made me a worse person. Whos the bad influence now.</content>
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    <title>sigur ros</title>
    <published>2003-03-12T18:01:06Z</published>
    <updated>2003-03-12T18:01:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im in my senior year computer tech. class. I must be a genious at computers because i finished creating my first web page from scratch in one class period which leaves me absolutely nothing to do. I've finished my term paper already this period. Ive already written down every different kind of tshirt i want to buy with my mothers money for "spring clothes" they are all tshirts from a bands website. (thursday, thrice, coheedand cambria, appleseedcast, and modest mouse) I'm getting some stickers as well. Excited am i. haha. Im am off this evening to the sno-core tour with sparta, glassjaw, and hot water music. An exxxceeellent trio. I am overly excited and counting the minutes before i start my departure to cinnci. Thank the lord im not driving. I love it when friends dad's decide to drive. Save a shit load of money.</content>
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    <title>Subject</title>
    <published>2003-01-26T23:36:40Z</published>
    <updated>2003-01-26T23:36:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>rancid-salvation</lj:music>
    <content type="html">HM, what to write about today. Last night was my first rocky horror picture show experience. We got all dressed up and crazy, and i ended up looking dead up like sid vicious' girlfriend/wife i think her name was nancy? Anywas we went, we saw and we acted like complete idiots for three hours. Of course i was a "virgin" so i had to go on stage and do some relay race but i didnt win...didn't even come in the top three. But. It was fun none the less. Something made me restless halfway through the show which made me lose my patience, oh yeah i wanted to see my boy. I only got to hang with him one night this week. I know I know, crying a river over here, but still....we have such different schedules that we rarely ever see eachother and i look at my friends and their relationships and i think wow they seem committed to eachother. Maybe its for the best. He's such a great guy. YUM dinner time</content>
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    <title>Yes I think it may be right</title>
    <published>2003-01-24T17:40:12Z</published>
    <updated>2003-01-24T17:40:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;My personality is rated 40.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.midgetfarm.com/quiz/personality.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;What is yours?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:11749</id>
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    <title>A promise</title>
    <published>2003-01-24T17:24:25Z</published>
    <updated>2003-01-24T17:24:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was looking at the calendar that livejournal provides for you and I noticed that I have one entry for the entire month and probably longer than it shows you. I will now make it a goal to write in livejournal at least twice a week, even if it is a crap entry like this or my last two (which were about my latest and last crush) interesting isn't it. I'll start posting websites and pictures if i can become that intelligient with the computers. But you never know. Does anyone ever read these entries anyways? I think I'm talking to myself. But then again, diary/journal entries are for my eyes only. Who thought up these live journals, or free open diary, did they just want to read what everyone was thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wil never know</content>
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    <title>mayonaise</title>
    <published>2003-01-21T05:09:45Z</published>
    <updated>2003-01-21T05:09:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate to say it. And i make fun of all who do at this age. But i think i might be falling. watch me come back on livejournal in another two weeks and have a different thing to say but as of now i think i might have fallen. not physically fallen, emotionally fallen. Its stupid because i dont know what it feels like, but what i feel now is definitely not my normal outlook on a particular guy. Everytime i am with him, i look at him and think, i love his nose, his hair, his eyes, his arm, his toes. He is the greatest thing i have ever come across. Whenever i am not with him i miss him incredibly and it drives me crazy waiting for the next time i get to see him. Whenever i start thinking too much about who he hangs out with or who he talks to the more i become obsessed with the idea of losing him. I cant even get up the nerve to call him although he is my boyfriend.Every minute is important when it comes to him. And he, in my eyes and state of mind as of now, is the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALthough i may just have a big ccrush.</content>
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    <title>*aaaahhhh*</title>
    <published>2002-12-16T00:22:03Z</published>
    <updated>2002-12-16T00:22:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate to say it and i was totally against it but i am turning into the typical highschool girl with a crush. A big one. Two weeks without seeing him, and who do i get to see instead? No other than my horrible family which all hate me for reasons i cannot think of. How will i stand it? Ciggarettes. Lots of Cancer sticks. Every oppurtunity i get i will be outside in a corner hiding from everyone smoking and cig. And i will bring purfume to cover it up from the relatives who are aware of the fact that I am one of the last Skinner family people to smoke. Shoot me now.</content>
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    <title>Say it to the mailman</title>
    <published>2002-09-23T23:19:46Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-23T23:19:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A bunch of mixed feelings inside me now. Some depressed and some dying to be happy. I dont think i have been quite happy since it happened...dont know how i could be. And although i seemed to throw it in a dark corner for the time being and try to ignore its cry for help it keeps on returning...and suddenly too. It happened in the car today. A sudden outburst of emotion where everything flashed in my mind and such a horrible sight. It ruined my whole day. Things only got worse. Things that were once steady in my time of need are now finding themselves faulty, and although they will be repaired for the time being i am more miserable than i already was. If that is possible. Im not really sure when this will end....it looks as though not until this school year is over. That is such a long time away. All i can hope for is for some drastic change to occur, something that will prove to me that this was meant to be. Mean while i will have to live with this hell. Maybe its not as awful as i make it out to be. But it most likely is. She tries...but in her stubborness i fall...wonder where i learned it from. That only leaves me with hope. Faith is not something i grasp.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:10533</id>
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    <title>hm</title>
    <published>2002-09-23T23:08:25Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-23T23:08:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">should they have had kids? it might have been happier for them if they didnt....less money, hassle, trouble. They sure dont make it apparent that they wanted to have kids at all. We have to have some fun sometimes too you know.</content>
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    <title>..</title>
    <published>2002-08-21T20:49:00Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-21T20:49:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it doesnt feel right to smile anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i feel happy yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more calls, no more discussions, that's it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bonbonskin:10216</id>
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    <title>what to write</title>
    <published>2002-08-08T00:32:25Z</published>
    <updated>2002-08-08T00:32:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>flaw</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Where do I start? My stay in conneticut proved to be the best experience in my life although i went through many hard times, but the people I met helped me go through it like it was easy. They were amazing. I dont belong in Kentucky. These people are starving for attention and only live to show off to their friends about their new clothes, music, or cars. Materials. But these people I met in Conneticut shocked me. Maybe it was because the people back in Kentucky were all I had known but something about my new friends just had me in a bind. I loved them. I ate it up while I could. Never home, always out and about. I mean my name was known around town like the latest TRL number one song. That experience is one I will take with me to my death. I had some pretty hard times up there, I mean the reason why I went to Conneticut was because I got kicked out of the friends house i was staying at. So if that wasn't trauma enough I moved up there, went through my age of depression. Got better. Bought a new car. That car was perfect. Except for the fact that after four months its' transmission blew out. So I sold it back. But my friends helped me through it. I am still in debt for that damn car. But I got over it. This new problem arose so quickly though, and completely unexpected. No one would have ever thought that some innocent teenager partying would go horribly wrong. I mean you see this stuff on TV not in your homes. I learned that it wasnt worth it. And I will never go back. I dont know why I write these journals, maybe in the hope that someone is listening. I've hurt everyone now...no one to talk to. Wish me Luck.</content>
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    <title>Blah...</title>
    <published>2002-05-31T00:34:48Z</published>
    <updated>2002-05-31T00:34:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So everything falls apart. Then i spend time trying to fix things, but leave those that cannot be fixed. But there is one guy. He doesnt hang out with anyone i hang out with really. The only way to talk to further him would be at a party but there arent many of those coming up. I hope i have good luck with this guy because i need on right now. Getting low on excitement, fun and happiness. I hope everything gets better. Everyone else seems to have good luck with guys, now its my turn. Well at least work is good. And school is getting better, and my family is fine. now i just need to work on my friends...and further friends. Wish me luck.</content>
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    <title>oooooaaaaaa</title>
    <published>2002-03-17T03:24:53Z</published>
    <updated>2002-03-17T03:24:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have spent all day (1:00-10:00 ) inside the house sleeping. Now i go out for my daily night. I cant wait. I have been inside too much. YEAH&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>psycho</title>
    <published>2002-03-08T01:03:42Z</published>
    <updated>2002-03-08T01:03:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the soothing sound of the computer humming</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm officially crazy to my parents knowledge. They are going to act like military oficers now. I dont understand how "I" got myself into this mess. This is all because of that raging psycho bitch. Meow. So now what, the therapist? I really dont understand what effect she will have on me. I love annoying them. I have given up on being normal. I will go around yelling screaming as long as I damn wish. They can't do anything about it. What send me to more therapist, hell, for all I know I'll be going to her twice a day by the end of this cemester. One minute she's cool...the next she is a hot pepper. Always ready for a fight. She's making it easy for me to hate them. Well, the only thing I dont understand is how I got so crazy in one week. Wow..my mind works fast man. I'm telling you, next thing you know I'll be in the insane asylum at the rate I'm going. Well at least it will be out of here. The black hole that I keep on getting sucked faster and faster into.</content>
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    <title>Changed</title>
    <published>2002-03-05T01:45:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">A huge change. I guess it was brought upon by me, myself, and I. No one understood. Not like it matters now... So now I'm here with nothing to do or actually nothing to worry about. School's first day. God don't you hate those? Where you are the "new girl" (or boy for that matter) But it's just so akward. I wanted to just blend in so that no one would notice me and I wouldn't be embarassed. But of course every teacher thought they were doing the right thing by introducing me. One class even clapped. That was weird if anything. I thought that public schools weren't that bad...until I went to a catholic school and then back here. They are so out of order, and obnoxious. The boys are at least. I had forgotten what it was like to have boys. I dont know if it is good or bad. Well one guy I met in Algebra was riding his bike down my street as I was getting out of my car. I looked up as I heard the tires screech to a stop, it was a relief to see a young person in my neighborhood. Then we went and took pictures and talked forever. (job searching went in there somewhere also) That was my day. Spectacular, eh?</content>
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