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Tara’s a Good Sport

Posted on August 27, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

The following conversation occurred after I posted this entry on my blog. Tara: i hate you Kevin: ! Kevin: strong words Kevin: did you read it? Tara: yes you suck Kevin: lmao Kevin: oh man, i amuse myself way too much

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Tara’s Question

Posted on August 27, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Tara: how come i don’t get quoted in your blogger? There.

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Advice from Down Under

Posted on August 27, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Kevin: but i shouldn’t get too wrapped up in thisKevin: after all, she’s already takenSuzanne: just because there is a goalkeeper doesn’t mean you can’t shoot a goal How cool is that? Suzanne cracks me up. Maybe I will give it a try, just because it would be a shame to let that gem of…

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As the Americans were waiting to move on, an altercation broke out in their rear-most rank. An American had muttered something which a guard did not like. The guard knew English, and he hauled the American out of ranks, knocked him down. The American was astonished. He stood up shakily, spitting blood. He'd had two teeth knocked out. He had meant no harm by what he'd said, evidently, had no idea that the guard would hear and understand. "Why me?" he asked the guard. The guard shoved him back into ranks. "Vy you? Vy anybody?" he said.~Kurt VonnegutSource: Slaughterhouse-Five
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