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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 23:54:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Excuse me?</title>
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  <description>Don&apos;t yell at me, bitch. I have done nothing to deserve your attitude and I can guarantee you that if you push your luck today, you will not like what comes of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world doesn&apos;t revolve around you, and just because *you* had a bad day doesn&apos;t mean someone else hasn&apos;t had one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch your mouth, and mind your manners. Because I will not play nice if you keep this up.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 17:19:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hmm let&apos;s see, nothing too eventful has happened since my last post. I&apos;m still applying everywhere I can, especially now with places hiring for the holidays. I am now exercizing the theory that it&apos;s better to have a job over the holidays than none at all...haha. Maybe if I can find a place to work at for the holidays, w hen an opening pops up that isn&apos;t temp, the company could hire me back if they liked me. =] This is what I am hoping for right now, at any rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Rachel and I are doing a halloween party and also making it Nathan&apos;s surprise birthday party dealio. Just gotta finish cleaning the kitchen and we&apos;re set... =] Should be fun. Got our costumes and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon as we finish cleaning from that and then we finish the two bedrooms downstairs, we&apos;re getting a puppy! =D I&apos;m not the only one taking advantage of me being home a lot, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going well, got my loans finally. Too bad they won&apos;t last me all too long, stupid bills. But they are helping right now. Just need to get my car fixed and I&apos;ll be set for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 18:17:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m very upset right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve applied to somewhere near 20 jobs so far, and haven&apos;t received a single call back. Not only is this frustrating, but it&apos;s a problem. Even places with &amp;quot;hiring&amp;quot; signs haven&apos;t called me. I don&apos;t know if people better suited for the jobs applied first or what, but I *need* a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not only that...they pushed back the date I get my student loans. Again. Originally, it was within a week of paying off the tuition due to the college. Then the week of the 22nd of September. And now it&apos;s the middle to end of October. I took those out because I needed them, as I&apos;m sure everyone else who took them out does. So it&apos;s quite frustrating me that they keep pushing back when I get them. I need that money for, oh, I don&apos;t know, school things? Like when I&apos;m supposed to buy a toy for Human Growth and Development or some food from McDonald&apos;s for a project in stats? I&apos;m so pissed. I have no idea what I&apos;m supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s a bad combination of things. I can&apos;t keep living off of nothing and occasionally the donations of those around me. But really...what can I do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&apos;-(</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 19:10:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So Saturday we got new phones. =] They&apos;re very cool, Samsung&apos;s Alias2. I love it. =D We also looked at puppies at bit; we came to the conclusion we&apos;re gonna get this place cleaned up before we get one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went out with his grandmother and ate lunch at a cute little diner. I was very surprised she remembered who I was. It was fun. Then we went next door to look at pets again, and found some very sweet parrots. Not going to lie, if his birds were as friendly as those, I&apos;d probably like them. Haha. Also bought Kaycee an over-the-door toy filled with Catnip. He&apos;s going in between going nuts with it and coming back in here to bother us. He&apos;s very lonely; I feel really bad for him. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are going well so far. Aced a paper in my Human Growth &amp;amp; Development class. Pretty happy about that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not really much in the way of news. Yay for boringness!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 15:19:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&amp;lt;3</title>
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  <description>Have you ever felt more alive when you cry? It could just be one of the weird quirks about me, but I definately feel that way right now. Perhaps it&apos;s because I know why I am crying and that I have every right to be sad. Maybe it&apos;s because it&apos;s making me feel human, chasing away the worry I had that this wouldn&apos;t bother me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I&apos;m glad I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss all of you, especially you, Miss Calla. &amp;lt;3 And if your parents don&apos;t stop making &amp;quot;good friend&amp;quot; comments, I might just cry until the end of the century. I love you. =]</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 03:39:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hrm.</title>
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  <description>I swear I will start my homework right after this entry. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never gives a challenge we can&apos;t handle. He doesn&apos;t put a roadblock in our way that we cannot overcome...and he doesn&apos;t put people in our lives for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mind, I hope His reasons for this is far better than I&amp;nbsp;can see. It&apos;s times like these I&amp;nbsp;really wish I could see the big picture, and what she&apos;s supposed to be to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I&amp;nbsp;honestly don&apos;t get it. And I am honestly quite lost. I tire of these games, and at this point I&amp;nbsp;have put my hands in the air, a white flag in both, and given up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that&apos;s all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, just maybe, that&apos;s what I&apos;ve been driven to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday He&apos;ll let me know about this. I trust in Him. Until then, though, I&apos;m going to keep wondering and poking at the festering wound in my heart. So if I am more emotional than normal, please, bear with me. Eventually I&apos;ll get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another subject...I think I&amp;nbsp;might be falling harder than I&amp;nbsp;first thought I might. And I&apos;m not quite sure how to go about it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 02:30:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I had today off, so Nathan and I went out to eat and walked the promenade in Havre de Grace. It&apos;s so beautiful out here- I can&apos;t wait til my family and friends come out here. I love it. So excited to show people around! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first day of Biology and Statistics. The good news is that the teachers didn&apos;t intimidate me about my chosen major, haha. My biology teacher actually intimidated me on the swine flu-Joy. Guess it&apos;s supposed to hit people under the age of 25 hard. But it&apos;s not deadly anymore, just a really serious flu. Can&apos;t wait until I get it...because you know I will. But her class is one that has the option of being an online class, so me missing Friday won&apos;t be a huge deal. Thank God. My Statistics teacher seems really friendly and down-to-earth, so I&apos;m going to have no problem going to him when my silly brain can&apos;t comprehend what we learn. I&apos;m only missing notes in there, and I can go grab those on Monday. =] w00t w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow after my Human Growth and Development class I get to leave to go back to Iowa for Miz Calla&apos;s wedding. Yay! Can&apos;t wait for the 17 hour drive. O.o at least I know the way(ish) now. I&apos;ll arrive somewhere around 4 or 5 in the morning on Friday. Then we do our thang for the wedding... and I drive back on Sunday. Then on Monday I am going to tackle the kitchen out here; do the dishes, rearrange everything, make it look really nice. I think I might do before and after pictures this time, haha. Rachel is staying home and helping me. That should make things a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited for this wedding!&amp;nbsp;It&apos;s going to be so beautiful. I&apos;ll be standing up there, trying not to cry as my BFF marries her man. =] I am so happy for them! I wish them eternal happiness. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Think that&apos;s all for now. ily all! &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 22:21:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Uno</title>
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  <description>Today was my first day of school. Woo. My teacher managed to scare the living daylights out of me about the nursing program. I guess that since Cecil has one of the best nursing programs out here, it&apos;s extremely, extremely competitive. Probably something I should have known, right? Heh. You get a &amp;quot;C&amp;quot; in a class that is a pre-requisite to nursing, guess what? Gotta retake it and get at least a B. And sometimes, a B won&apos;t cut it. I&apos;m nervous beyond belief. I can only hope I am intelligent enough to actually go through with this. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past three days, I have applied at 7 places. Two gas stations (Wawa and Royal Farms), two inns (Holiday Inn and Comfort Inn &amp;amp; Suites), Wal*Mart, Rite Aid and Walgreens. Let&apos;s hope something comes through, right? I&apos;m currently hoping for one of the inns, because if I get a front desk position I could probably work on homework when I&apos;m not helping someone. That would be perfect, imo. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the bathroom today. Step one of Operation Get-This-House-Decent is complete. It&apos;s probably the cleanest room in the whole house right now...hah. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly trying to get the birds here to like me. Got bit by the parakeet yesterday; I held her three times yesterday and then must&apos;ve spooked her on the third time because she bit me. She&apos;s scared to death of me at the moment. But I&apos;m sorry, if I have to live in a house with birds when I *hate* birds, they &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; be tame and they &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; like me. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much looking forward to the drive back to Iowa for the wedding. But hey, it&apos;s what I get. What I&apos;m dreading more than that is bringing Kaycee out here. Even with the anti-anxiety pills, I&apos;m worried. Last thing I need is a 17-hour non-stop headache machine that&apos;s batteries will not run out and then shut off; just get hoarse and thus more annoying. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; Meh, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to stop procrastinating and get the homework done. &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 03:36:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Beginning of &quot;Untitled&quot;</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was a bright, sunny day. Few clouds littered the light blue sky. Birds were singing, bugs buzzing and humans out having fun. In a small park off the beaten path, trees clumped together to form a maze next to the river. Serene and calm, a deer stopped to eat a few clumps of grass. It, however, did not get a chance to eat much more before something spooked it away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A young woman stomped down the path, tears flowing down her pastel cheeks. Sniffing and coughing, she tried to hold back the sobs threatening to wrack her entire body. She was small, only about 5&amp;rsquo;5&amp;rdquo;, and about medium build. Her dark blond hair was pulled back lazily into a loose ponytail and was getting quite tangled. Glasses framed her bright blue eyes that were brimming with tears, and her thin lips were pursed together in further effort to keep herself quieter. Makeup was smeared down her face where the tears had slid, dripping mascara with them, and where she had tried to wipe it away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She allowed herself a cry of frustration. Her efforts were proving futile, and it seemed the harder she tried to hold it all in the worse she sobbed. How &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;dare&lt;/i&gt; he do this to her again? Was it really so hard to carry through with plans? She brushed some spider-webs out of her way, carefully stepping around a tree in the way. Not only had they agreed to go to a movie today at 2:30, but he had also said they could meet up with her best friend down there afterward to grab supper. And now he chooses to blow it off? And what for? A video game! A stupid, worthless, waste-of-time online video game because he forgot to pay attention to the time and suddenly it&amp;rsquo;s &amp;ldquo;Oh, look at the time. I guess we can&amp;rsquo;t make it today.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not only did she have to call her best friend and tell her it was off, but she had actually put some effort into looking good today. And she had looked &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; good in her opinion. She had put her contacts in, put on makeup showcasing her eyes and had slipped into a dark pair of jeans with a pretty blue shirt. Her hair had been loosely curled and down, something she rarely ever did simply because when her hair was down it annoyed her beyond belief.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;All that for nothing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She rounded a corner leading further into the labyrinth of trees and sunlight started to dim as the canopy above became thicker. She had never ventured this far into the wood before, but she didn&amp;rsquo;t care. Right now she just needed to be alone; completely and utterly alone. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t get that anywhere in town. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t even get that any normal place out in the park. Almost nobody ventured into the deep part of the wood (many superstitions, though laughed at, were told about the dark part of the forest and scared the general public enough to keep them out) so she knew that she&amp;rsquo;d be alone. Trekking further and further in, she soon found herself out of path. Stopping a moment to get her bearings, she looked around. It was eerily quiet here; she could understand why this part was shunned. The trees loomed above her in a way that seemed slightly threatening, and the sun was being filtered so heavily that there was almost no light hitting the ground.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She took a breath and decided to move a few more yards in. She was no longer crying, and her cheeks were now dry. Curiosity was starting to push her forward, and her apprehension was dulling the anger she had boiling inside. Step after step, she watched around her, half expecting something to jump out and send her running. After a few minutes of this she started to regain control of herself and her fear faded. Ambling forward, she found an old tree trunk the right height off the ground to be a seat. After brushing away some twigs and leaves, she decided it was acceptable and sat down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The tears started again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And so she sat whimpering, fuming inside for a matter of time. The sun began to set and the wood around her started to darken even more. Finally, when the tears could no longer flow, she stood back up and brushed herself off. She stretched a little, once again observing the area around her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Why would anyone be afraid of this place?&lt;/i&gt; she wondered. &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s calming, actually. Nice, quiet, away from the bustle of the world&amp;hellip;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She started forward, deciding it was time to head back. Her stomach rumbled, and she burst into laughter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wow,&amp;rdquo; she said. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve been so angry that I never even noticed that I forgot to eat anything for lunch. It has to be almost supper time by now. What shall I eat?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So she pondered on that for a while. McDonalds? Nah, too greasy. Burger King? Ew. Taco Johns? Maybe. It seemed like most of her alternatives didn&amp;rsquo;t sound good at the moment. Not really surprising, since she lived in a town with a very limited choice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly she stopped, alarmed. It seemed to be getting darker. The sun was not setting that fast, was it? Had she really been in here that long? No. She shook her head. She must have just turned the wrong way. Yeah, that would make sense. Nothing around her looked familiar, so that must be it. Sighing, she began to turn around.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;All of sudden something grasped her shoulders. She froze, unsure what to do. She was given little time to think when suddenly she felt a sharp and immense pain in her neck. She tried to scream, but all that came out was a little &amp;ldquo;Ahhck&amp;rdquo;. Twisting, she tried to loosen the grip that had her in it&amp;rsquo;s clutches, but she found herself too weak. The world started to spin around her, and her eyelids became heavy. Slipping from consciousness, all she saw was the two pale, white hands let go of her shoulders as she thudded to the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I have a little more after this, but it&apos;s not enough to post up yet. when I finish chapter one, it&apos;ll go on here as well. :) Comments are most welcome, whether they are dealing with spelling, grammar, descriptions etc. Just bombard me with stuffs!&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 14:36:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>New Wally</title>
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  <description>I gots a new wallpaper from&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_sweetgirl7808&apos; lj:user=&apos;sweetgirl7808&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sweetgirl7808.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sweetgirl7808.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;sweetgirl7808&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It&apos;s cute! :-D</description>
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