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  <title>The past is gone.</title>
  <subtitle>End of Forever</subtitle>
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    <email>oh_sweet_catastrophe@yahoo.ca</email>
    <name>End of Forever</name>
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  <updated>2007-12-02T06:42:49Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:flatoutdefiance:104195</id>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2007-12-02T01:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-02T06:42:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-02T06:42:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's really hard to look on the bright side when your family - some of your best friends, the greatest people life has to offer - keeps dying.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:flatoutdefiance:104154</id>
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    <title>You can try to resist</title>
    <published>2007-12-01T06:14:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-01T06:14:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Leanne rimes - can't fight the moonlight</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, i met this girl, and i'm totally into her, and can't get her out of my head. Her name? Yeah, definitely the same as my mom's.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:flatoutdefiance:103820</id>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2007-11-20T10:08:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-20T15:14:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-20T15:14:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've recently done a complete one-eighty. I've learned that seemingly mundane things can be completely life-altering, and they have been. I'm going to keep doing them, because it's remarkable the changes I've seen in the past two weeks, alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:flatoutdefiance:103518</id>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2007-11-07T14:09:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-07T19:17:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-07T19:17:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm laying here, thinking. I can't get you out of my head. I'd never admit it out loud, but you consume me. Whether you realize it or not, whether you believe it or not, whether you accept it or not, I am you, and you are me. We're inextricably bound, you and I. The fights, the words, the pushes, the shoves, they mean nothing. One glance my way, and they're forgotten. Meaningless. Just like the way you make me feel. Sometimes, anyway. I love you, and you know it. You use it to your advantage every opportunity you get. Not that I blame you. I know you love me too, and you always will. But only when it's convenient. I find myself relating to inanimate objects. Motionless, still, lifeless. But that's only because you're not here. I can't even lift my head off the pillow. I wish it didn't smell like you. And I wish your clothes weren't strewn all over my floor. And I wish I wasn't always tripping over the shoes you left in my doorway. Not that I'd ever move them, I just wish they were somewhere else. I wish that the picture of you sitting on my table wasn't always smiling. I wish your eyes weren't so blue, and your hair wasn't always in place, and that your smile wasn't so flawless. You're beautiful, you know. Not perfect, but beautiful no less. I want you out of my head, my mind, my heart, my bed... I just want to let go. But I can't. I won't. Your lingering smell comforts me. It comforts me in a way I can't even explain. You maintain my sanity, all the while, driving me out of my mind. I could say that I won't let you let me down again, but I'd be lying. You could walk all over me, and I'd ask for more. I could say that I won't let you get the best of me, but it's too late. I could say that I won't let you get to me, but you've already got me. I wish that you would let me go. I wish I could let you go. I wish, more than anything, that I didn't wish you were here.</content>
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    <title>We only said goodbye with words...</title>
    <published>2007-11-02T06:52:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-02T06:52:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Amy winehouse - back to black</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It will have been five months that he's been gone as of tomorrow and it still hurts like it was yesterday.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:flatoutdefiance:103017</id>
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    <title>Love is a gun, love is a knife. She's a killer.</title>
    <published>2007-10-23T04:42:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-23T04:42:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kiss - Stone Cold Killer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's been ages since I've written in here. SO much has changed. But I'm good. Actually, everything is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last year or so, I've lost everything, gotten it all back and then some, and then lost it all over again. Four family members have died since June '06. This past summer has probably been the most difficult time I've ever gone through, but I'm okay. I made it. I went through my first really terrible break up, and although it was rough, and being friends afterwards was worse, I'm okay. I pulled through. I lost my house. Twice. But now Alex and I rent out the basement apartment, and I love it. What could be better than to live with your best friend (and SEVEN cats!) and have your other best friend over so often, he may as well live with you too. Not a whole lot. It took me a long time to get here, but now, I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a promotion. Even though I was kicked out of school, Jean had Tracy train me so I can work as a tech. And now I do. I'm doing surgeries and dentals now, and that's HUGE. Instead of hiring someone new, Jean preferred to train me because she thought I woulod do a better job. I love it there so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'm closer with Karie, Jamie, Alex, and Adam than ever before. I get along with my parents, (for the most part, anyway...) I'm happy where I live, I've got my babies back (and then some!) and I LOVE my job. Everything's going really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to making costumes wih Alex over the next week. I'm looking forward to Adam coming over. I'm looking forward to hanging out with Amanda Bradley for my birthday on Wednesday. I'm looking forward to going to Tango's this Friday for my birthday with Adam, Alex, and Heather. I'm looking forward to partying with Karie, Jamie, Adam, Alex, Tony, Ryan, Kyle, and Cassy this weekend. I'm looking forward to going away for Christmas with Adam to Montreal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the greatest friends in the world. Two weekends ago, Jamie, Adam, Alex and I had a drinking night at our place. Then Karie and Tony came down, and it was incredible. I've never felt so like myself as I do when I know I'm surrounded by people that give a damn. Especially them. The fact that two of my best friends are my siblings, definitely says something. They're incredible people, and I know I could turn to them for anything, and they'd be there. Same with Adam and Alex, who may as well be siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get that all down. Not for anyone else, but for me. I haven't used this journal in so long, there's an excellent chance nobody will read this. But I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone I love that's stuck by me, you're beautiful. To everyone I've loved and lost... well, I'd say it's better this way. Wouldn't you?</content>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2007-05-30T18:48:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-30T22:49:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-30T22:49:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm falling apart and becoming a hermit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I just doin't give a shit.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:flatoutdefiance:102604</id>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2007-02-19T20:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-20T01:20:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-20T01:20:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;I practiced all the things I'd say to tell you how I feel, and when I finally get my chance, it all seems so surreal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so fucking &lt;b&gt;weird&lt;/b&gt; sometimes. Seriously, I never saw any of this coming.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:flatoutdefiance:102275</id>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2007-01-31T00:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-31T05:07:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-31T05:08:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;center&gt;Big Girls Don't Cry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;br /&gt;You're probably on your flight back to your home town&lt;br /&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection baby&lt;br /&gt;To be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But Ive got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;br /&gt;I must go alone&lt;br /&gt;I must take the baby steps until I'm full grown&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they&lt;br /&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;br /&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;br /&gt;Ill be your best friend and you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if you want to&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;br /&gt;Well be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;br /&gt;But its time for me to go home&lt;br /&gt;Its getting late, dark outside&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Da Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I love this song so much right now. Fergie. Who'd have guessed?</content>
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    <title>You're more than tongue-tied this time. I can feel it in your lips.</title>
    <published>2007-01-23T14:23:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-26T19:31:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>New Found Glory - Sucker</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Strange, strange week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sam. A lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly, silly me. I let myself get into the worst predicaments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reciprocation is never present. A lesson well-learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say that I'm going to stop, but I'd just be lying. I just won't take anything from it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munkey is getting so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of... well, let's just say it reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sucker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're more than tongue tied this time&lt;br /&gt;Well I can feel it in you lips&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me you were a sucker for a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Music low&lt;br /&gt;We're all alone&lt;br /&gt;Being wrong never felt so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Tell me or have you already forgotten it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to do to get through all of this?&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing it down&lt;br /&gt;I bet you thought this song was about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more than just mad this time&lt;br /&gt;You've got that look in your eye&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me you were a sucker for a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Music low&lt;br /&gt;We're all alone&lt;br /&gt;Being wrong never felt so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Tell me or have you already forgotten it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me here and tell me to my face what you think about&lt;br /&gt;Can we figure out&lt;br /&gt;What happened to our happy ending anyway?&lt;br /&gt;How you feel about&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me here&lt;br /&gt;With a lot more left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music low&lt;br /&gt;We're all alone&lt;br /&gt;Being wrong never felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Tell me or have you already forgotten it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to do to get though all of this?&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing it down&lt;br /&gt;I bet you thought this song was about you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2007-01-07T17:50:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-07T22:51:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-07T22:51:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"If I want to fly, then I'll fly. I'll find a way. Do what you love, and fuck the rest."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:flatoutdefiance:101428</id>
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    <title>Laying in the summer grass, you told me not to talk so fast.</title>
    <published>2007-01-06T23:42:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-06T23:42:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Good Charlotte - Seasons</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am so, so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has me exhausted. Thursday, I was in there 8:30am-9:15am, 2:00pm-9:15pm, 10:30pm-11pm, then on Friday I was in there 2am-3am, 8:30am-1pm, 3pm-6:15pm, and so far today it's been 12:00am-12:30am, 5am-6am, 9am-3pm. It's not a lot of hours, but the schedule's all over the place and it doesn't leave room for much else. Oh well. Someone has to do it, and I need the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up giving two demos at work today, too. Another insulin demo, and a tube-feeding demo for the poor yellow kitty with the GI tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so disoriented lately. I've been forgetting to do the most trivial of things. "call me," "watch this," "be here," and "listen to this" - things I'm usually very good at, have all eluded me, and I'm somewhat of a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to take my reception shift off next weekend at work, so right after I finish on Friday, I'm hightailing it up to New Liskeard. I am SO excited. New Liskeard and the surrounding areas are pretty empty, but I couldn't care less. I miss Sam like I can't even put into words, and can't wait to see her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Sam, I adopted her kitty, &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/fragmentxideas/shannonmunkey3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her landlord wouldn't let her keep him, so I've got him until she moves back, and we move out together. Then we've got him, PLUS my four that are still at my parents' place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on New Year's Eve, while on the way to New Liskeard in the car with Alex and Sam, Sam wrote "You big lesbian" and "tell your mom" on the window of the car. So... I pulled over, called my mom, and did just that. As soon as I have them uploaded, I'll upload everything from the extended New Year's trip.</content>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2006-12-26T05:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-26T09:26:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-26T09:26:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Falling asleep  in someone else's arms is probably my favourite way to fall asleep. Coincidentally, it's also my favourite way to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all circumstances, I never expect people to feel the same way, or as strongly as I do. It's a nice change when feelings are reciprocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a very heavy word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.</content>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2006-12-25T18:09:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-25T22:09:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-25T22:09:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Over My Head (Cable Car)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that everything was falling through&lt;br /&gt;That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue&lt;br /&gt;To turn and run when all I needed was the truth&lt;br /&gt;But that's how it's got to be&lt;br /&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see&lt;br /&gt;The smoke and who's still standing when it clears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rearrange&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage&lt;br /&gt;Just say that we agree and then never change&lt;br /&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's disregard&lt;br /&gt;Find another friend and you discard&lt;br /&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car&lt;br /&gt;Hanging above as the canyon comes between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I become a part of your past&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming the part that don't last&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you and its effortless&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound we lose sight of the ground&lt;br /&gt;In the throw around&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that you wanted to bring it down&lt;br /&gt;I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in over my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm in over my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm in over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Say goodbye, it'll make me wanna kiss you.</title>
    <published>2006-12-15T15:36:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-15T15:36:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pink - Leave Me Alone (I'm Lonely)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, as of late, I've been thinking a lot. A couple years ago, I drank a lot. I mean, a LOT. It got to a point where it was a habit. The past few weeks, also, I've been drunk quite often. Oh well. Haha. Who am I kidding, I'm having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I made out with Jenn. Many many times. Her poor neck. Haha. It's kind of funny, actually. I also kissed Sam WHILE doing a shot of tequila. It was a bad, bad plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely aside, this week has been really out of character for me. I've caught myself doing a lot of things I wouldn't normally. Some of these things have been good, some bad. I dunno. Stranger things have happened, I suppose.</content>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2006-12-06T09:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-06T13:53:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-06T13:54:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow. What an evening/night/morning. I've yet to go to bed, and all I can say, is wow.</content>
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    <title>When everything is wrong, we move along.</title>
    <published>2006-12-05T15:05:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-05T15:15:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>All-American Rejects - Move Along</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I ended up in a really bad mood last night. After talking to Nasha for quite some time, I ended up thinking, while on my way to hang out at my parents' place with my pets. I'm the bad guy. &lt;b&gt;I'M&lt;/b&gt; the fucking bad guy. I &lt;b&gt;knew&lt;/b&gt; this would all come back on me, and it has. I'm supposed to sit around and wait for everyone else to feel okay, and then I'm just supposed to pick up where I left off, because &lt;b&gt;I'M&lt;/b&gt; the asshole. Yeah, well, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle Marty broke his arm and is staying with my grandparents and I for a little while. He's really awesome, and I'm glad I'll get to spend time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Sam called me, just to talk, while she was walking home from her friend's place. Alex and I ended up going over to her place for a while, with Cody, and when we got there, she came out in front of the car, and started dragging her feet around the parking lot. Then Alex leaned out the window and asked her what she was doing, and she replied with "Shannon, this is for you!" She had dragged her feet through the snow, and written "I &amp;hearts; U" It was so fucking cute. It's the little shit like that, that gets me every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn, it was so sweet.</content>
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    <title>Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.</title>
    <published>2006-12-03T08:56:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-03T08:58:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Steve Miller Band - Stuck In the Middle With You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EIGHT last's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. last cigarette: Late last night/early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. last beverage: water :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. last phone call: my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.last text message: haha. as if this even needs to be asked. definitely sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.last cd played: Pink - I'm Not Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.last bubble bath: quite some time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.last time you cried: one word: Prince. (&amp;hearts;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. last meal: i'm eating a veggie burger right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT have you's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.have you ever dated someone twice: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.have you ever been cheated on: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.have you ever bought condoms?: those are quite unnecessary, thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.have you ever kissed someone &amp; regreted it?: not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.have you ever fallen in love?: looking back, it's debatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.have you ever lost someone: yeah. not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.have you ever been depressed: who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.have you ever been drunk and thrown up: ugggh. more times than I can count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX things you did in the past three days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Went to school: not in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Went to work: i pretty much live at the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Colored: haha. I did, actually. Sam and I went out to dinner earlier this week, and coloured the kids menus at Jack Astor's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Got drunk: uhh, yeah. a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Slept: surprisingly, yes. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Five people you can tell pretty much anything to -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (in alphabetical order)Alex&lt;br /&gt;2. Heather&lt;br /&gt;3. Jamie&lt;br /&gt;4. Jenn&lt;br /&gt;5. Karie&lt;br /&gt;6. Sam (yes, I added a number.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list 3 favorite colors:&lt;br /&gt;1. orange&lt;br /&gt;2. purple&lt;br /&gt;3. green. all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list TWO things you want to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;1. I always said that all that mattered was that I loved and was loved in return, and considering I've got the greatest family and extended family, ever, I'd be content going right now.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd kinda like to touch a cloud, too, to steal Kyle's answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR IN 06'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to school - until I was kicked out last May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a new friend - lots, actually. especially as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen out of love - nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something you swore never to do - heh. yeah, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until you cried- that happens often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bush?: the bastard who runs the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Gay Marriage?: maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Lowering the drinking age?: eh, i dunno. I don't mind it where it is. keeps all the little girls out of the good places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Straight, Gay, Bi?: yeah, one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you have a crush?: i hate calling it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Who is the best hugger that you know?: i can think of a few people, actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you believe in love at first sight: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Is there something you want to tell someone?:yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What brand of shirt are you wearing?: i'm wearing a blue scrub shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Would you kiss anyone on your top friends?: ha. funny story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Do you have "A thing"?: oh god no. (a what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.How many people on your top friends do you know in real life?: karie, jenn, sam, and heather. Four of my favourite people. so... all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.How many kids do you want to have?: i probably won't have any, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Do you have a good relationship with your parents?: i definitely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Do you wanna change your name?: not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What did you do for your last birthday?: hung out with amazing people and went to dinner. then went to my parents' place for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What time did you get up today?: 8:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What were you doing at midnight last night?: getting drunk, and dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Name something you CANNOT wait to do: live on my own. i miss my cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Last time you saw your dad?: umm... it's been a while, actually... maybe a week? i've talked to him a bunch of times though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What is one thing you wish you could change about your life?: i think i'd boost the confidence a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Which hand do you like better?: right. my left is useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What are you listening to right now?: John Cougar Mellencamp - Jack and Dianne. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Have you ever talked to Tom?: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Have you ever donated money to a good cause?: yup. the last one i donated to, was the farley foundation, which i am a huge supporter of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Least favorite month?: july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.What's the last piece of clothing you borrowed from anyone?: my wife's deftones shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Who's getting on your nerves right now?: absolutely no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Most visited webpage?: yahoo, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Would you help your best friend fight if he/she is losing?: even if they weren't losing, i'd be right in there defending them. and then my brother would tackle them. lol. he's huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Coke or Pepsi?: Coke. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.What's the worst day of your life?: October 12th, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Have you kissed or been kissed by anyone in the past week?: last night, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Do you disagree with a lot of things going on in the world? yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Do you think there's some models/people out there, that should gain a couple pounds?: oh god, yes. plus, i don't like tiny girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Do you wish you lived in NYC?: i used to want to go there, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Kissed someone on your top 4/8/16/24?: actually... i've kissed them all. lol. karie, heather, and jenn on the cheek, and sam... well, just slip us some alcohol. you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?: story of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Been arrested?: nah, i'm too good to get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Kissed someone you didn't like?: heh. yeah, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Slept in until 5 PM?: those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Held a snake?: good luck making that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Been suspended from school?: nope, just kicked out. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Been fired from a job?: can't say i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Sang karaoke?: you know, i don't think i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?: more times than i can count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Laughed until you started crying?: haha. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Caught a snowflake on your tongue?: not for years, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Kissed in the rain?: probably my favourite thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Sang in the shower?: and everywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Sat on a roof top?: yes ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Been pushed into a pool/lake with all your clothes on?: again, not in years, but i definitely have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Broken a bone?: i'm convinced i broke my two sore toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Shaved your head?: no, but i've definitely considered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Blacked out from drugs?: can't say i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Had a gym membership?: karie has one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Felt like killing someone?: as of late, i've plotted many a death for one person in particular. i mean, no. i love everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Made a girlfriend/boyfriend cry?: not intentionally, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Cried over someone you were in love with?: i've cried over lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Shot a gun?: no. someone teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Played strip poker?: haha. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Tripped on mushrooms?: you mean tripped OVER mushrooms? haha, kidding. yes on both counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated Blood?: nope, ever since i've been old enough, i haven't been able to because of my tattoos/piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Ate alligator meat? gross. and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Eaten cheesecake?: indeed i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Still love someone you shouldn't?: story of my god damn life. i am (self-proclaimed) reliable to a fault, and always end up getting hurt. whatever, live and learn.</content>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2006-11-19T19:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-19T23:48:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-19T23:48:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So. The age old question, '&lt;i&gt;are you happy&lt;/i&gt;?'. At the risk of sounding lame and kinda dumb, for the first time that I can remember, I am. I don't have a LOT of friends, but then again, I never really have and it's suited me just fine. There's five people I see all the time, and I absolutely adore them. I definitely, by far, have the greatest friends in the world. My brother, sister, and I are close, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love those two to death. I get along beautifully with my parents and grandparents, and it's fantastic. It really, legitimately, &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; great. Jenn's staying over for Christmas, and I'm excited for the holiday for the first time in ages. I love my job, I love my animals, my family, and my friends, and I'm just... happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good feeling.</content>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2006-11-10T03:22:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-10T07:22:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-10T07:22:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/fragmentxideas/Picture063.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and I. I did his hair, and apparently, we could pass for twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/fragmentxideas/Picture064.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back was pretty, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/fragmentxideas/65.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karie, Jamie (I straightened his hair) and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/fragmentxideas/Picture067.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/fragmentxideas/Picture068.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/fragmentxideas/Picture069.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to my grandparents 50th anniversary reunion/lunch thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/fragmentxideas/Picture070.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karie can dance like nobody's watching. I'm going to take her to a club one day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/fragmentxideas/Picture071.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Craig, Sarah, Taylor, Grampa, Grama, Jamie, Karie, me, Uncle Todd, Jeffrey, Aunt Darlaine, my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/fragmentxideas/Picture072.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Craig, Sarah, Taylor, Grampa, Grama, Jamie, my mom, me, Uncle Todd, Jeffrey, Aunt Darlaine, my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/fragmentxideas/Picture073.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower Karie stole from the washroom at The Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good times.</content>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2006-11-09T04:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-09T08:29:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-09T08:29:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After a talk with Alex about an old best friend, then running into, and re-posting a song (html and all) that reminded me of them, it was taken wrongly. So, whatever, it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a family reunion last weekend, and although I was nervous at first, it could not have turned out better. I even got a few pictures. I saw my cousins, Jeffrey and Sarah, for the first time in a few years. Jeffrey is HUGE. I don't even know how tall he is, but it's over 6'5. My dad is the shortest out of his brothers, and at 6'2, that's... well, it's saying something. My Uncle Todd is 6'3, and my Uncle Craig is 6'5. And Jeffrey... well, he's big. I hadn't seen my Aunt Darlaine or Uncle Todd in forever, either, and goddamn, it was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody's not doing so hot, but he'll bounce back. Poor guy. I guess we're in the same boat. I miss Prince, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since moving out, I've gotten closer with my family than ever before. There's a lot going on there, but we'll pull through, and I'm sure it'll be alright. Jamie and I get along better than ever, my mom and I laugh all the time, Karie and I... well, we've been close for a while. I love that girl. And my dad... yeah, we've been getting along really well, too. Yeah. Things are just... good.</content>
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    <title>Another one bites the dust.</title>
    <published>2006-11-04T16:23:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-04T16:23:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Queen - Another one Bites the Dust</lj:music>
    <content type="html">People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring &lt;br /&gt;the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that &lt;br /&gt;love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:flatoutdefiance:98360</id>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2006-10-26T22:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-27T02:59:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-27T02:59:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Eppie, Sugar, and I have a club. I am president, Eppie is co-president, and Sugar is coco-president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:flatoutdefiance:98164</id>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2006-10-24T06:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-24T10:32:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-25T04:48:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When I get mad, I stay that way for a very long time. As in, an ungodly amount. But I'm learning. I'm learning to let things go, let the past stay in the past, and move on. And it's working to my advantage, because I see my mom/siblings/pets more than I ever thought I would. I am so done with drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Prince. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be fearless. Fearless and invincible. I want to make the metaphorical "dance like no one's watching, sing like no one's listening" a literal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, actually, what started out as just driving Adam downtown and turning in for the night (everyone's a little under the weather, it seems), ended up being... well, it was interesting. Adam's friend, Paul, actually called me on the way to pick him up, and invited me to a club. Then, when I said I was with Alex and Jenn, he said to invite them too. So it ended up being a spur of the moment club night. Definitely spur of the moment, given the way we were all dressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the night at the club taught me that I need to let myself loose every once in a while. Because, after all, people can only pay as much attention as you pay them.</content>
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    <title>flatoutdefiance @ 2006-10-20T13:57:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-20T17:57:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">My sister is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in absolutely stunningly gorgeous.</content>
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