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  <title>Step a little closer to me</title>
  <subtitle>so close that i can't see whats going on</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Penny Lane.</name>
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  <updated>2007-12-11T04:09:39Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:68459</id>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2007-12-10T23:09:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-11T04:09:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-11T04:09:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im devastated.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:67159</id>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2007-10-21T13:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-21T17:09:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-21T17:09:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hope that fucking bong swat was worth never seeing my face again, i hope that bong swat was worth hurting me in a way that i have never been so hurt and betrayed before, and i hope that fucking bong swat was worth invalidating your word and turning it into jack shit. i hope you have a good time on tour because im not going to be hearing about it. basically i really, truly hope weed is that important, and one day i hope to understand how a plant can be more important than me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:66838</id>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2007-10-18T23:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-19T03:43:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-19T03:43:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fucking A.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:66636</id>
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    <title>yep.</title>
    <published>2007-10-11T16:04:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-11T16:04:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">okay. this is really awesome. seriously, real cool.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:66155</id>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2007-08-06T00:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-06T04:30:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-06T04:30:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">how about this song absolutely kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to know you're everything I need &lt;br /&gt;The butterflies in my stomach &lt;br /&gt;They could bring me to my knees &lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to know you're everything I want &lt;br /&gt;I've got a hard time saying this &lt;br /&gt;So I'll sing it in a song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I adore the way you carry yourself &lt;br /&gt;With the grace of a thousand angels overhead &lt;br /&gt;I love the way the galaxy starts to melt &lt;br /&gt;When we become one &lt;br /&gt;When we become one &lt;br /&gt;When we become one &lt;br /&gt;When we become one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel &lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when we get locked into a stare? &lt;br /&gt;Please don't come looking for me &lt;br /&gt;When I get lost in the mess of your hair &lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when everything you've known &lt;br /&gt;Gets thrown aside &lt;br /&gt;Never fear, my dear, 'cause we have nothing left to hide &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I adore the way you carry yourself &lt;br /&gt;With the grace of a thousand angels overhead &lt;br /&gt;I love the way the galaxy starts to melt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me girl &lt;br /&gt;If you feel your grip getting loose &lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'm right next to you &lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me girl &lt;br /&gt;If you feel your grip getting loose &lt;br /&gt;Just know that I won't let you down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm ready &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm ready &lt;br /&gt;I am ready &lt;br /&gt;To run away with you &lt;br /&gt;Are you ready? &lt;br /&gt;Are you ready? &lt;br /&gt;Are you ready? &lt;br /&gt;To run away with me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack your things we can leave today &lt;br /&gt;Pack your things we can leave today &lt;br /&gt;Say our goodbyes and get on the train &lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;Just you and I in the sweet unknown &lt;br /&gt;We can just call each other our home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to choose a way to die &lt;br /&gt;It'd be with you &lt;br /&gt;In a goosebump infested embrace &lt;br /&gt;With my overanxious hands cupping your face &lt;br /&gt;In a goosebump infested embrace &lt;br /&gt;With my overanxious hands cupping your cherub face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:64629</id>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2007-01-27T00:51:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-27T05:53:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-27T05:53:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate this. i hate this. i hate this. i hate this. i. hate. this. i hate saying what i'm thinking. i hate letting people in. i hate scaring people away. i hate fucking up. i HATE THIS. i hate thinking. too much. about nothing. i hate pessimism. i hate me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:64333</id>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2006-12-20T13:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-20T17:28:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-20T17:28:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am so fucking stoked right now. so stoked i'm crying. seriously. suck my dick.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:64204</id>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2006-12-03T19:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-03T23:44:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-03T23:44:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Let's do everything for the first time forever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:63884</id>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2006-11-21T23:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-22T03:40:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-22T03:40:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ucf acceptance today. stoked.</content>
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    <title>amazing.</title>
    <published>2006-09-19T04:45:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-19T04:45:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i came down here because i had so much to say but now i forget. since the hysterics are over now, i'm just kindof numb. and i don't really know what just happened, except that i haven't felt this pain in over 2 years. i know that i fucked up and made mistakes, but you went and got even anyway. i apologized and tried to fix things, you just pretended that they were okay. everyone thinks that i'm the bad guy, but they werent there all of those times i sat and waited for phone calls that never came, listened to one bullshit lie after another, coming out of some stranger's mouth. i'm not the type to sit around and beg, although i'm thinking about it. i just don't understand what happened in a matter of two days that can change someone's mind like that, unless i'm completely oblivious and it's been unfolding in front of me, and i'm beginning to think that's the case. either way, i dont think thats fair. it's one thing to hurt someone, but it's another thing to continually hurt someone over and over again over an extended period of time. the thing that hurts me the most, is you &lt;b&gt;promised&lt;/b&gt; that you would &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; treat me like him, and thats what you've been doing all along. the person i met before isnt the same person that just completely tore me apart without even caring or even bothering to do it in person. or maybe it is and i was just blind before. all i know is that you were the one person that made everything seem worth while, the one person that when i was so stressed out about school and everything going on in my life, i would think about you and smile because i knew that you were great and would always be there for me, and that i didnt have to put up some front and pretend to be someone i'm not, because i've never needed to do that. saying i jump from guy to guy is bullshit, because this passed the record and i had every intention on setting a new one that exceeded all the other ones put together. you were the one thing i looked forward to no matter what, the person that made everything okay because whenever something went wrong i would just think about how you were there. so thankyou for that, for making me believe again that there are people out there who will be there, but i guess that they'll never be around forever. and i dont think that i'm being too emotional, becuase i know it wasnt for a long time, but i dont think anyone knows the impact that it made. either way, thanks in advance for the hangover i'm going to have at 6 30 tomorrow morning on the way to school.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:63045</id>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2006-09-07T22:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-08T02:08:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-08T02:08:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sometimes i just feel like crying. and sometimes i just feel like giving up. i miss that person i met over the summer, i dont think he's ever coming back, maybe i should let it go. some things you just can't fix.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:62850</id>
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    <title>i dont get it...</title>
    <published>2006-08-31T00:42:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-31T00:42:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sitting in the oral surgeon's chair crying cause he's sticking me with needles and then crying even harder cause you said you'd be there with me.</content>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2006-08-27T17:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-27T21:44:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-28T20:55:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">everyone is full of bullshit. no one is capable of not being a shady motherfucker no matter how nice you are or may be. i'm sick of everyone and i'm gonna do what i meant to do when school started, quit hanging out with shitty people and only surround myself with positive people who dont bring any negativity or fighting and bullshit lying into my life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:62275</id>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2006-08-17T20:38:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-18T00:40:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-18T19:31:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you and your lover boy&lt;br /&gt;Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;I got years to wait around for you&lt;br /&gt;Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;I've got your wedding bells in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You give me three cigarettes &lt;br /&gt;To smoke my tears away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I die when you mention his name&lt;br /&gt;And I lied, I should have kissed you&lt;br /&gt;When we were running in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I, darlin'?&lt;br /&gt;A whisper in your ear?&lt;br /&gt;A piece of your cake?&lt;br /&gt;What am I, darlin?&lt;br /&gt;The boy you can fear?&lt;br /&gt;Or your biggest mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you and your lover man&lt;br /&gt;Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;I just hang around and eat from a can&lt;br /&gt;Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;I got a ribbon of green on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;Cheers darlin'&lt;br /&gt;I got a beauty queen&lt;br /&gt;To sit not very far from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die when he comes around&lt;br /&gt;To take you home&lt;br /&gt;I'm too shy, I should have kissed you &lt;br /&gt;When we were alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I, darlin'?&lt;br /&gt;A whisper in your ear?&lt;br /&gt;A piece of your cake?&lt;br /&gt;What am I, darlin?&lt;br /&gt;The boy you can fear?&lt;br /&gt;Or your biggest mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I?&lt;br /&gt;What am I, darlin'?&lt;br /&gt;I got years to wait around for you</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:61671</id>
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    <title>ugh.</title>
    <published>2006-08-10T02:23:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-10T02:23:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i dont think anyone (except maybe darcy) understands the magnitude of how upsetting it is to me when someone doesn't call back when they say they're going to. she was there with me when everything happened and i think she's the only person who understands why it still bothers me so much.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:61388</id>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2006-07-20T16:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-20T20:42:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-20T20:42:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">despite everything thats happened i am so happy right now. it feels good to finally meet someone worth my while. i havent met a genuine person in the longest time, i was beginning to think they were becoming extinct</content>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2006-01-14T18:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-14T23:16:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-14T23:17:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Girl Got a whip</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:59112</id>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2005-12-31T02:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T07:56:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T07:56:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">someone put some cool shit for me to look at on here :]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:colouredcontact:58181</id>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2005-12-07T21:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-08T02:52:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-08T02:52:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lately it seems like everyone is just moving on to better things. whether it's new people or old people just more involved it all feels the same. even my best of friends arent really anymore. i feel like everything is forced. i really dont understand, but it hurts so much. i dont understand...i just feel so unwanted, and i dont know what changed. it's not that there isnt enough time, time can always be made. maybe i should just move on too, and forget about my expectations because they'll never be met. no more trying, because i'm the only one and nothing ever comes of it. it's been fun, love, but i wont try and hold you back anymore. i dont even know what i'm trying to say. have fun with your new friends, i guess i'll find some of my own</content>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2005-11-27T22:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-28T03:05:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-28T03:05:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">thanksgiving break was so much fun...can't wait for christmas &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>goodnight</title>
    <published>2005-11-03T03:00:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-03T03:01:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lies. drama. bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;life has been awesome lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work at taco bell now, so come and see me. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>colouredcontact @ 2005-10-16T12:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-16T16:56:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-16T16:56:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my dads organ music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">everything is so messed up right now. i dont know what to do. and i dont know how or why i get myself into these situations in the first place</content>
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    <title>wtffff</title>
    <published>2005-10-04T17:27:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-04T17:27:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>project pat- smoke and get high</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sometimes at 2 30 in the morning i can't sleep and have trouble keeping my boobs away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/brookeismadcool/wwtf3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;</content>
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    <title>this just made my day</title>
    <published>2005-09-25T18:32:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-25T18:32:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ATTN. ALL BOYZZZZZZ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Don't tell us when you think other girls are hot. &lt;br /&gt;2. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you don't act like soap-opera guys, don't expect us to dress like Victoria Secret models.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mark anniversaries on a calendar.&lt;br /&gt;5. There is no such thing as too much spooning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Just because you L the C doesn't mean we have to S the D. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. This is how we see it . . . Don't call = Don't Care. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which also means that if we don't call, take the hint. &lt;br /&gt;9. We like you to be a little jealous . . . but overly possessive is not necessary. &lt;br /&gt;10. Putting things in our butt does not turn us on. &lt;br /&gt;11. Return favors: we massage, you massage; we go down, you go down; we shave, you shave (and not just your face). &lt;br /&gt;12. Foreplay is not an option . . . its a prerequisite. &lt;br /&gt;13. We're allowed to be late . . . you are not.&lt;br /&gt;14. Eye contact is key.&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't take longer to get ready than we do. &lt;br /&gt;16. Laugh at our jokes. &lt;br /&gt;17. Three words . . . honesty, honesty, honesty. &lt;br /&gt;18. Girls can be groupies. Guy groupies are stalkers. &lt;br /&gt;19. We never have to wonder if your orgasm was real.&lt;br /&gt;20. Do not start with us. You will not win... not kidding .. we ALWAYS win&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you like it if a guy treated your sister that way? We didn't think so. &lt;br /&gt;22. If you ask nicely, we usually answer the same way. &lt;br /&gt;23. We will never have enough clothes or shoes! &lt;br /&gt;24. We have an excuse to act bitchy at least once a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Open the door for us no matter where we are . . . even at our house and getting into the car. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. We love surprises! &lt;br /&gt;27. We liked to be kissed softly, not with an iron tongue. &lt;br /&gt;28.Pay attention to the little things we do, because they mean the most. &lt;br /&gt;29. Boxers and maybe boxer briefs sometiems . . . NEVER whitey-tighties, NEVER! &lt;br /&gt;30. Clean your room before we come over. &lt;br /&gt;31. Always brush your teeth before you see us . . . a fresh mouth and white teeth are a necessity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. When we use our teeth it means that you suck at going down on us, so we are just returning the favor. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Even though you are sometimes insensitive and hurt us, we still love you with everything we are. &lt;br /&gt;34. Hit it and quit it, because later I'll be with you're best friend and he lasts for hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Don't act hard around your friends because I won't make you hard tonight. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Sometimes "NO!" really means "NO!" &lt;br /&gt;37. "Wife Beaters" are not an adequate form of fashion. &lt;br /&gt;38. If we wanted to be on video tape, we'd be a porn star not your girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;39. Sensitive guys are great . . . but crying more than we do in a movie just isn't right. &lt;br /&gt;40. Don't let ex-girlfriends cause drama, relationships are stressful enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41. It takes a special kind of stupid to forget birthdays. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. Guys who are good cuddlers = guys who know how to satisfy a woman. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. "Fat Chicks" have feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. Silent treatment, shoulder shrugs, tears, yelling and nasty looks all add up to . . . YOU DID SOMETHING WRONG! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. If you are not a good dancer, please be self-aware. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; .46. Just because a girl doesn't pick up on the first ring doesn't mean she's not waiting by the phone. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. You don't have to spend a lot, if it means a lot. &lt;br /&gt;48. Don't say you love me if you don't mean it. &lt;br /&gt;49. Don't lie to us . . . we will catch you. &lt;br /&gt;50. When the girls get together, we talk about EVERYTHING. Meaning my best friends know everything about you.</content>
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    <title>not better late than never...</title>
    <published>2005-09-08T19:00:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">don't date your friends ex boyfriends and it won't matter who you have sex with.</content>
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