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Saturday, August 8, 2009
I like pie.
...wait, that's not my point.
I like rereading my posts for some weird reason. Lol.

The night brewed on and on. The cold wind blew eeriely in the empty, abandoned street. Fallen leaves flew across the darkness, making soft, tiny little swishing sounds as it brushed through the air. The whole street was isolated, absent of any form of living being. (I feel lazy to continue.)

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