| she dealt her pretty words like blades- how glittering they shone- and every one unbared a nerve- or wantoned with a bone.

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Everyone Smiles With That Invisible Gun To Their Head

Don't Share Your Problems With Others. 80% Don't Care. And 20% Are Glad You Have Them.

okay, here's the deal: i really like updating for you guys, but i want recognition for my work.
2 comments on this post + 1 new subscriber = 1 new update.
the requirements will vary from update to update.
all you have to do is comment, and then get one of your friends to subscribe to me and post a comment as well. 'tis a very simple procedure.
thanks, lindsey.
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