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January 31, 2009 - 10:18

I cry, and close my eyes to a black satin ribbon slithering along my brain. Doom.
But Liesel put her nose to my tear, and she smells like dirt and honey and my hand creme. I couldn't love her more and I'll take this home with me.

What an ugly word brain is.