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i'm such a horrible person. shower! i must shower! i said i'd babysit between eight thirty and nine. but i'm reading mediocre slash and... that's all. but here i am, reading it. imagine me up before my parents on saturday.

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there are few smells more revolting than that of burned garlic. huh, tomorrow is mother's day.

bad fiction of the day? good lord, it's the ONLY one.

silviakundera, i remember you thought that

i want you. --harry

was funny? muahahahah.

' Sir,
I am unable to stop thinking about you. Can I see you again?
You have my promise of absolute secrecy.
H.'...

'Why do you continue to pursue this madness?'...

'Because, I can't stop thinking about you. I want to be with you. Is that so hard to understand?
With everything that I am,
Harry'

NOT making it up!