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a little work, a little sleep, a little love and its all over.

mad about the boy

2002-06-02
sick sick sick. i called you about two hours ago and you were busy helping your dad and i asked if you'd like to call me back later and you said yeah and you thanked me and we hung up.

why did i do that? now i'm stuck to waiting for you to call. maybe its better that you don't. cause i don't know what the hell i'm doing.

maybe i'll just forget this ever happened.

2:43 p.m. ::
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