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May seventh two thousand five
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Last night we ate dinner at a fancy italian restaurant and it was really good. I had the best spinach salad I've tasted ever. I had a glass of white zinfandel except it was pink. Go figure.
We got real fucked up last night, went to a couple places, talked to more than a couple of people. We talked about the present and the future, we told each other what we were feeling, we talked about breaking up. We stayed up all night then we had sex in the shower in the blue morning sunshine.
Right now I may be naive to say this is perfect, but right now this is perfect.
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lucky
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05.07.2005 - 12:28
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