Hello all, This place does still exist. Lost in the bowels of hell, I mean the internet. Anywho, I am posting another paper I wrote for my English class. I think that is what I will do from now on. Years ago I wrote of a reoccurring dream I had. Please be aware that I wrote the original on 10. I wrote this on 10. I had a Bulgarian Makarov pistol hiding under the drawers that were abo.

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Domingo, 1 de septiembre de 2013. Jueves, 1 de agosto de 2013. You were my backbone when. My body ached with wearyness. You were my hometown when. My heart was filled with loneliness. Just as the dark was rising. I heard you close the door again. Harto de mirar la realidad llegar. El mar se mueve en el fondo,.