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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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Death stood alone, watching the wheat dance in the wind. Of course, it was only a metaphor. People were more than corn. They whirled through tiny crowded lives, driven literally by clock work, filling their days from edge to edge with the sheer effort of living. And all lives were exactly the same length. Even the very long and very short ones. From the point of view of eternity, anyway. Somewhere, the tiny voice of Bill Door said: from the point of view of the owner, longer ones are best.~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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