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the deranged rants of a west village-based lunatic

Sunday, February 22, 2009

just pretend

three years of daily if not hourly bullshit.
nonstop texts, late night phone calls that scared me out of sleep.
and now
nothing?


okay.
whatever.
Posted by just bridget at 9:34 AM

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