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Thursday, September 4, 2003

Chill out, space-case mouse-child. Everything will work out, you are not alone, and you have your words, and colors, and rain too. The things that are wrong aren't in your hands and worrying will help nothing.
Posted by cerulean paper at 12:01 PM

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