they pulled my hair at charm school.

they stole my guestbook during rolecall.

this is not re: faux friends + MAY 7 . 2003 = 76

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dear dev,

( beware: anneofGreenGables-esque)

One day. Last week. Pferricho left me waiting in her faux Mercedes outside of your house . She had kindly offered up the view of the HollandTulips (she even pulled forward & backed up TWICE in order to give me the PerfectView). I had thought , briefly, of hot wiring the mobile, but instead became trapped by the sight of your front porch. By the idea of all that coming &going. & I had an o d d sense /p er haps, a sixth or seventh sense/ that you & I were going to be Friends this summer,

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