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I hate boys. Or A Boy, in particular.
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Oh, slowly, slowly! It's too nice a job to rush.
I don't think there is enough glitter in all of Britain for my costume.
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Oh, I've got this melancholy I just can't shake. I keep wondering if that pogrebin that terrorised the Durmstrang lads hasn't found it's way into my things. Nothing at all seems to cheer me up, not even my crystals.
If anyone needs me, which no one usually does, I'll be under my bed. I know that was a maudlin thing to write, but I don't feel like crossing it out.
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