has sunk. with a huge hole in its bow. with barnacles impairing the motion of the rudder. with dead drunk crew now just plain dead. it sits on the ocean floor, secrets clasped in murky darkness.
Those are not your lymph nodes. They are some plasticy drawn person's lymph nodes. I know you're deathly ill, but I can't let you slip now. You're too close to perfection. For a better view of your lymph nodes, check out K's blog. She posted some pics from the burning. And get feeling better.
Oooooh ooooh, yes! I have pictures! Yay! PS. Mono sucks. If you still want me to look at your rough drafts of your 60s Am lit paper, I will. It's my collegiate duty and privilage.
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Those are not your lymph nodes. They are some plasticy drawn person's lymph nodes. I know you're deathly ill, but I can't let you slip now. You're too close to perfection. For a better view of your lymph nodes, check out K's blog. She posted some pics from the burning.
And get feeling better.
Oooooh ooooh, yes! I have pictures! Yay! PS. Mono sucks. If you still want me to look at your rough drafts of your 60s Am lit paper, I will. It's my collegiate duty and privilage.
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