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Sunday, January 24, 2010
this was from jan 18th CLIPBOARD She stared at the clipboard. WORK. MORE WORK. Work work work work. She'd gotten used to it by now- that was office life. The same old mundane thing everyday- but did she dare to dream? No, it would mean a step out of that comforting routine, and she did not want that, ever. Dreams were for foolish people.
8:38 AM
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