what hurts the most
was being so close, and having nothing to eat
I am strawberry and my husband is blueberry. He's my fourth husband because the previous ones' were made into yogurt. My house is the tree and my food is cow dung. I heard I am going to be made into yogurt too so maybe I'll meet my husbands in someone's stomach soon. So, don't bother me.
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Wednesday, December 24, 2008 / 4:26 PM
CHRISTMAS' EVE...
at home...

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