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Current mood:  creative Category: Writing and Poetry
There was a band Said the Gun to the Girl. He was so nervous, Peirce wanted to hurl. They all jumped on stage. And the moshpit it raged. And the smashing and crashing began to unfurl.
8:20 PM
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