

The Flipping SnowFlipping snow. Thats all I can say. Why does it always seem to snow when Im the one stuck outside? Give me a break for once. Its ridiculous. Guess the bus is late again. Thats the third time this week, a woman sighs. I look over at her. She doesnt look back at me though, thank God. I look away and stare down the street. Really, bus? For real? Its a good thing I dont usually even ride the bus or else the driver would get some choice words from me. Damn right. Late three times? Pathetic. It might be faster just to walk. I look again and see a mThe Flipping Snow
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Everyone expresses words differently, I am only interested in those who express Naturally without the restraint~*~
Be well yourself
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Don't believe in human speech as anything but a stutter of time =^_^=
Take care of you
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Don't believe in human speech as anything but a stutter of time =^_^=
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