That wasn't the only thing sore for days[](/a05 "oh god what have I done")
10:34 PM - Mr.Dr.Prof.PlasmaGrenade: Congratulations on making clopclopclop the official king of pages 7200-729910:35 PM - Howoriginal The bloody gir: :D?10:35 PM - Howoriginal The bloody gir: did i do gud?10:35 PM - Mr.Dr.Prof.PlasmaGrenade: Yes you did son.10:35 PM - Mr.Dr.Prof.PlasmaGrenade: *turns to camera*10:35 PM - Mr.Dr.Prof.PlasmaGrenade: Yes you did10:35 PM - Howoriginal The bloody gir: :D
I POSTED THAT U N00B O WOW
You were saying?
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She stood, bewildered by her discovery. It was an old journal she had made a couple of years ago, thought to have been lost during a move. She was about 13 when she wrote that. Now she is 17, taking care and living by herself, with a few visits from some friends now and then. She can’t seem to recall the journal’s contents, and so she goes to her room, plops down on her bed, and begins examining it. It was your average, black composition notebook, save for some silly looking stickers on the front in the shape of faces, cats, flowers, and other cutesy stuff. She then opened the journal, wanting to recall what she wrote. The first page was filled with silly doodles and drawings. She flipped the page, more silly doodles. It wasn’t until five pages in that she found the first entry she had written. She had gotten into a comfortable position, and began reading.
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