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[Dec. 1st, 2009|03:42 am] |
I think I'm getting used to this. Slowly but surely.
I never thought life outside the convent could ever be so... incredible. So completely unpredictable. No wonder Deloris was so amazing. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2009|09:24 am] |
There is something that I feel more people should know, it goes like this:
You are never, not ever, too old for attempting to catch snowflakes with your tongue. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2009|09:32 am] |
Dancing all alone and singing dum-dee-doe!~
I'm booooored. Fix me, internet! |
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[Dec. 1st, 2009|04:36 pm] |
Hey, uh...just wanted to ask around and see if anyone's seen my dad? John Winchester. It's not totally unlike him to just drop off the radar from time to time, but his hunting bag's gone and he hasn't checked in yet. And his phone number isn't working right now.
So, um...if anyone's seen him, could you just let me know or let him know that I'm looking for him? |
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[Dec. 1st, 2009|06:39 pm] |
( Sophie ) |
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[Dec. 1st, 2009|06:52 pm] |
Okay. So. Does anyone know why I'm suddenly in London? Just a couple minutes ago I was at home. In Ohio.
...and my dad's phone number isn't working. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2009|09:18 pm] |
Owen? |
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