Querida Emma,My foot's asleep and so is my brain. If I'm in pain then I don't feel it, my face should reveal it. I am grinning as they're cutting me in half, and all I can do is laugh.
I am frantically flailing, woozy inhaling these fumes that don't put me to sleep. Taking drugs that wont cure me, so I'll just stay pure, please relinquish those secrets you keep.
I am cold unfeeling and odd and you should thank God that we are on separate sides of the state.
Hope you're okay. At least I gave you something to hate,
Brooke
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I love her! (in a non-lesbian way)
if you were,
Emma.
You two are looking like two lesbians to me; after a few quarters of the time you keep writting to each other, or whatever you mean!
I love her! (in a "sort of lesbian way") =)
acho que vou ter de me casar com a Srta Julia
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