
Nothin' to see here, people, move along. Ok, if you insist on staying, atleast take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable. Once I get started...well, you could be here for a while. (Just ignore the typos. I do.) Yes, snacks are allowed as long as you share and clean up after yourself. Oh yeah, hey...if you happen to see my scissors around here, could you let me know. I could have sworn I had them right here a minute ago.
Friday, March 24, 2006
If only I could remember...

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i have no idea but i would like to know if u ever find out
nope, sure don't know what story your talking about. It does sound like a good one though.
I think you are dreaming again. I ve heard of were you pull the rose petals off one by one and say he loves me he loves me not.
rose petals? I thought that was daisy petals. Anyway, I didn't dream it. Many years ago I read in a book how you could tell a story by pulling off the petals of a pansy. Seriously! I'll have to go to the library in RVC and look for it. I think that is where I read it.
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