And all the vampires walking through the valley move west down Ventura Boulevard.

And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
And the good girls are home with broken hearts.

I don't know what's going on anymore. With anyone. With myself. I'm so... disconnected suddenly.
I can't remember the last time I knew anything even relatively socially important, and I'm completely oblivious to everyone else's relationships. I'm lost, dare I say, drowning.
I can't even tell you how I'm really feeling. Every time Jon calls, I make up some excuse to not do anything with him even though I have plenty of time, and I really want to hang out with him because I miss him and all of his friends, but I really don't want to at the same time. And I can't cry anymore, I can't get angry, I'm not even sure if I'm actually happy or if I just think I am.
I am exhausted because I'm being way more involved this year, putting in effort where it should have been all along, and I'm not ready.
I like stage crew though. A lot, but today...
Carl was exhausted. I fell asleep in 2/3 of my classes today, and as much as I tried to tell myself that I was fine, I wasn't. I couldn't even will myself to look in the direction of the stage south door.
If he hadn't gone any other day, I would have still, but today I'm just so... out of it. I wouldn't be able to help much, and therefore, I felt no need to go.

I'm leaving.


Now I'm free, free falling.

I'll be

The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above

I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said

I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

Looking at Chelsea and Alex's relationship, it makes me smile because it's a lot like mine.

Anyway, let me be the first to write a blog about the night's events:
That morning, as promised, Carl came over. It's been a long time since anything like that had happened, and it was really nice to have him in my bed again.

I woke up at 8 so that I could take a shower and get dressed for stage crew. Carl picked me up about 8:45 and we got to see the "Safety Bunny" along with all of the other ridiculous crossing guards for the Breast Cancer walk that was yesterday (and the day previous and today, but I'm not talking about those).
When we got to the school, we were put to work right away, moving the spots and carts and things to the gym. We set up the risers, and the spot stand and the spot and then I helped Chelsea put the... other lights (that I can't remember the name of right now, sorry) on the volleyball poles, which meant I had to climb a ladder and position it while Chelsea tightened things, and vice versa. Which I liked because it made me feel important and useful, much like stage crew tends to do (hence why I keep going...). Then when everything was up and working we walked backstage and sat around for a few minutes because I was tired, even though we could leave. We ended up finishing 20 minutes earlier than expected because we set everything up so quickly.
So, after that, Carl dropped me off and I proceeded to dye my hair the color it is currently (which is turquoise-ish). I actually dyed it twice because the first time the color didn't cover as much and was really dull, so I did it again. I think that I could probably do it one more time just to cover the ends of my hair which aren't quite as dazzling as it is near the roots, but I will probably wait until after I take a few showers and it becomes really noticeable. It's really funny though, because the part of my hair that was still pink underneath, became blue with the addition of turquoise dye. I mean, altogether I wasn't really surprised because dye color mixing is not like regular color mixing, and you always end up with something that is not expected.
Anyway, after I dyed my hair, I called my mom and had her bring over my homecoming stuff, which at that point was just shoes because my dress was being hemmed. We did end up going to get my dress, which was most of the reason I asked her to come over in the first place. And also, I needed nylons to wear under my dress, and we picked those up on the way back from getting my dress. We picked up Carl on the way back even though I wasn't dressed up yet.
I wish I was though because then at home I had to sit through my mom complaining and fussing over how I looked, which is most of the reason I don't like getting dressed up ever.
After that was over, my mom took us to Lizzi's where all the rest of the parents did the picture thing and Cassie took a picture of my "whore top" in front of my mom. Then everyone piled into cars and left for the restaurant. Robert, Patrick, Carl, and I got there first and waited outside for everyone else, who arrived shortly thereafter.
Well, dinner went smoothly except for the fact that they filled us up on their delicious breadsticks so that practically no one actually finished what was on their plate. At least nothing was terribly expensive, as to be wasteful (even though not finishing a meal in general is wasteful, I just mean overly wasteful). But we did run into Charnley's group and realized how much of a pimp he is. And also, Patrick made everyone lose The Game (which means that both you and I just lost).
Afterward, Carl and I left only to get a little ways down the road and get a call telling us that we have to take Robert and Patrick. So, we turned around and picked them up and proceeded to go to the school. When we got there, Carl and I went straight in to find out our duties and such and everyone else stayed outside, which left us alone and bored walking around with nothing to do, because we couldn't go back outside.
And then the dance started and our friends quickly appeared and we danced for about the first half our or so, and then I got tired and hot and Carl and I disappeared upstairs to hang out with David and Josh, and for a brief spell, Teri. It was fun because of the strobe light and the balloon, and also because there was a lot of room to dance without getting too hot or too close to anyone you didn't particularly want to *cough cough* Shaffer *cough cough* and WOAH THAT WAS REALLY AWKWARD TIMING.

I just went to go find out how to spell Shaffer's last name on Facebook, unsure if he even had one, and then in the People You May Know sidebar, Derek's name was at the top! FUCK THE WHAT!??

Anyway, we were upstairs "working" most of the night except for when we randomly left to go get something to drink or whatever. We were up there for Homecoming Court though and the song by Secondhand Serenade, which I thought was dumb, so I refused to dance to it. But then they played the song as written above and I told Carl that we had to awkward slow dance to that one because I actually liked it.
What was really great though, is dancing with Katie while she is below and I am upstairs. Dancing to Jump On It was probably one of the highlights of the night. Especially because it wasn't just Katie who noticed me up there dancing. A lot of the people right below were watching me dance all night xD.
But then when I actually had to work the last 20 minutes or so of the dance, the DJ played Paper Planes and I was doing spot and Katie and Lizzi ran up to where I was and started dancing with me. It was great. Especially the look on Carl's face when it started playing (he was over on the other spot across the gym).

Hahahahaha! We are all sooooooooooo incredibly white.

Yeah, so that was pretty much the end of the dance right there. When we left, we went to Walgreens because that was a reasonable pick-up point for my dad, and then Lizzi soon joined us with Seth because of some misunderstandings about how she was getting home. Katie and Evan ended up getting to my house before we did and we walked in to find them on the couch even though I told them just to go downstairs.
We didn't really do much downstairs; we were all pretty dead. We all ended up just laying under our blankets on the floor. It also didn't help that my dad didn't buy pop or chips or any sort of food like he said he was going to. And then the pizza place was closed, so when we dropped Carl off, I made him get me tacos because I was really hungry, and then I came home and went straight to bed because I was absolutely beat.

Now, obviously I am recapping the nights events (the important parts at least). I'm still so tired and my feet are still sore and I wouldn't change anything for the world.

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you're in the world

More than anything else, I want you to write me a song.


And while you're doing that, I'll think of your word.


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I found your word(s). I couldn't decide on just one, so you get to decide later.

No mother ever dreams that her daughter's going to grow up to be a junkie

I wasn't so sure when you asked me earlier, but I've given it some thought and it is important to me that you at least half way dress up for homecoming. Pants aren't so important, but shirt and tie at least.
And why am I worried so much about what your mom saw?

No mother ever dreams that her daughter's going to grow up to sleep alone.
I miss you. Being in bed with me that is.

I'm disliking health more and more as we delve into personal and social problems. I don't like being reminded that I have problems and they're always asking me what I want to change, as if there's something wrong with me. And guess what? The next thing we're learning is depression and suicide. When people see the track marks on her arms she knows what they’re thinking. As if people don't accusingly stare at me already.
It's a fucking waste of my time anyway. Everyone's a fucking hypocrite in that class and they're either way too into learning or fucking off and trying to impress their friends by bitching the teacher out.
As if a high school education gave you any other options, you know.




You know if she had to live it all over again, you know she wouldn't change anything for the world.

I'm hittin' in the mitten for some of that kitten. We're the Pottymouth Sissies and we ain't bullshittin'

I can definitely still feel the effects as I'm sitting here zoning out in front of my computer screen. I don't know how long it was, but it was like falling asleep with my eyes open. I couldn't consciously comprehend that things were going on around me.

I was just trying to think of a song lyric for the title. Still haven't thought of one. You can just tell how tired I am. I can't even think of a song lyric. Well, one that I haven't used yet. I have Shoot Down the Stars stuck in my head and I just posted with that earlier.

Haha! I just thought of a good lyric. It really has nothing to do with anything, but I was listening to the homeboy show on 89x because I left my iPod at Carl's house and needed to listen to something, and that song came on. It made me laugh, but it didn't mention Livonia, so I don't really care much about it. It was actually reminiscent of the Beastie Boys. That brand of white rapping with a humorous twist. It was pretty upbeat and you could actually understand what they were saying, and best of all, there wasn't any of that editing over their voices or added in beats. It was, I guess you could say, pure. There was just something about it that was endearing, you know? Or maybe you don't, but either way, that's what it was like. I was rather amused.

So yeah. Getting deep down into myself now, I'm starting to feel overwhelmed by school again. And, I think overwhelmed isn't quite the right word. I mean, the schoolwork is manageable, and I'm not really having any problems per se, but I just get that feeling that I really can't handle anything right now. I just really don't want this responsibility hanging over me right now. It was easy to take care of the first few weeks, but now I just really lack enthusiasm again. I really don't feel like doing anything. I just stare at my papers and don't get anything done. I mean, I comprehend the work; it's not hard. I just can't bring myself to actually write things down. I think it mostly stems from the fact that I have no motivation to do it. But I could be wrong.

And also, to be honest, I really didn't want to go to Euchre at first. Maybe it was because I really didn't know how to play all that well and the term "tournament," that I believe was used, was kind of intimidating. I decided to go because I didn't feel like lying to you any more and feeling guilty the next day (kind of like I am right now for admitting that I lied), and also, I like trying new things with you. In fact, I have probably tried more vegetables today at dinner than I have in 10 years. And I'm doing all sorts of things that I never would have even fathomed trying before I met you. There's just something about you that makes me want to be adventurous.

By the way, I really do think you look sexy in your scouts uniform, as strange as that may be. You're just sexy in anything you wear. And I mean that whole-heartedly. You have no idea what it's like to see you with my eyes, but I can assure you, it's the best feeling in the world. I can honestly say that, to me, you put everyone else to shame.

Well, it's one in the morning. I can't sleep because I woke up too late today, even though I am immensely exhausted. It's probably just because I had a lot of things on my mind, and I was supposed to do a lot of things before I fell asleep. I've always been that way even when I was little. There have been countless nights that I would get out of bed at 2 in the morning just to check if my homework was in my backpack because I had been thinking about it all night. I guess it was my form of OCD. I just have to finish everything I set out to do before I can sleep a wink.

Anyhow, I think that I can rest because I have successfully watched Charlie Bartlett, made garlic toast with extra cheese just to see how it would taste (even though I wasn't really hungry), blogged for him and myself, and completed 1/5th of my homework (which I deem enough for this weekend because of my lack of enthusiasm), and looked up the lyrics to Afterlife because it's been bugging me all day.

If you could get me a drink of water, 'Cause my lips are chapped and faded

As the world stands,
They refuse to understand,
But is it really all that hard to do it over
when the day is long and the night is short fading out to white,
As the moon mocks us day-people who thrive and strive
under the heat of the oppressive Big Brother in the sky,
Just like the cameras that haunt the hallways
and corridors of the forests that line the only places left unpaved
(which are very few and far between),

It seems this day,
And age,
That conservation is key
to the successful repealing of values
upon which we were founded and rebuked and puked out on the world,
Much to the dismay of everyone who remains
sober and able to drive,
Or even walk the line that defines here and now from then and when
we get too big for our britches,
We steal the pants our wives wear to regain even some of our manhood,
Although we are all lost little boys
playing dress up in their mothers clothes while she's out,

Much like the Patricia Kitty Bradens of the world,
We take everything in stride
and make the best of what we know we aren't
and avoid being something that we are,
But unlike her(him?),
We take off our dresses and high-heeled shoes
that lift our noses indignantly above everyone who isn't us
and distrust the ones we know to be trust worthy,
By putting confidence in the dark alleys and broken-street-light-ed corners,
So that one day we may be the peep show our Fathers go to see to
thank God for masturbation and isolation from the congregation,
Who are all hypocrites themselves,
Preaching love and peace while instilling chauvinism and "religious" war,

And as these words go on,
As your eyes skim the phrases you learned
in elementary with your half-education and Watsons
(who can never quite understand what the rest of the world has caught on to),
The ones who won't make detectives, but follow lead-less clues regardless,
You won't see what I'm really telling you and you won't hear what you're really seeing
with your blinded eyes from the "virtual generation"
and muted ears from the "pacifist conservatives" who control the airwaves,
Numbing your mind with reverse psychology and "choices" in life,

Well you better decide now,
Because the crossroads are near,
One road to the bright lights that swallowed up Jonah
(it was the whale-sized 21st century which did the job),
The other trails off to oblivion to leave you in purgatory
with the blasphemers and heretics that make up the all and sundry,
Leaving only the everyday beasts we slaughter
to claim innocence enough to climb the spiral staircase
and enter the Elysian Fields and laugh,
Like literal hyenas at our history of naïvity and greed,
While we despondently quarrel our grievances and "second chances,"
And sweat from the rowing labor to fill
the Archeron which we inevitably navigate in our post-existence,
With our bona fide frailties and harrowing shortcome-d lives.

There are a few references that some of you won't get, such as the Jonah part (which was from a widely popular comic called Jonah Hex, and aside from the whale, which is a play on the bible story, has nothing to do with religion), and most specifically many of the Breakfast on Pluto ones, or the Elysian Fields, or maybe even the Archeron, but I made sure that a lot of people who read this could understand what I was trying to get across.

I think Katie was right when she told me today that I should be sedated. She said I was really angry. And I guess I was, socio-politically anyway. I suppose I let some of it out here, but I can feel it bubbling around inside my gut. I'm just tired of all of the bullshit with our entire country and species and such. But if my present mood keeps up, I might have to join the debate team or something until it subsides.

In case you didn't notice though, I was reading a lot of spoken word poems in the last hour and it sort of rubbed off in this one. I would have to say it's a good thing in this situation, but if I had chosen any other topic, I don't think it would have turned out as nice.

The only thing I am a little dissatisfied with is the last two stanzas. The first ones had a lot more references and symbolism in them and seemed more appropriate to "spoken word," whereas the last two didn't have as many blatant symbols and references and was more of a rant than anything else. If it could have been a little more cohesive with the rest of it, maybe I would be proud. As of right now, I'm indifferent, just like most of my other works, though, none of the others were quite as dramatic as this one.

I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight

Going shopping with my dad is the most depressing thing ever. It took all I had not to break down in the store. I waited until we had brought in all of the groceries and then went outside to the car and let it out. And listening to this song on repeat isn't helping matters either.

Well, I have successfully not finished my french project, but it is coming along. It's nothing special and the sentences took me about 2 minutes. It's the whole... project part of it that sucks. Oh well, it's my own fault for slacking. I'm sure I'll finish in time. Tomorrow morning anyway. I have to do english still, which is why I'm even on the computer. Because it's 20 to midnight and I'm making mac and cheese to help me fall asleep.

When my sister was making noodles earlier, I asked her if she wanted help. She told me I wasn't allowed to because I don't cook the noodles "right." This is what I told her:

"So. I don't care what way you or I make noodles. There's no right or wrong way. And do you think it's gonna win you points in the game of life if there is? Because I'll tell you right now, you ALWAYS LOSE the game of life. No matter how many 'points' you have."


Anyway, I came upon a realization today. I really miss being in physical pain. When I was at the store with my dad, I got a paper cut on my hand, so that whenever I moved my fingers, it would sting and burn. After a few minutes, I forgot I even had it and went to grab a magazine. Well, sure enough, the pain shot through me again and I looked at it. That's when I realized how much I missed sharing the happy thoughts of my pain to myself. I miss being able to look "through" my clothes and smile at what was underneath.

Not that I'm going to go back down that road, I just pine for the feeling again sometimes.



For some reason, this mac and cheese has an after taste of cinnamon donuts. Or maybe I'm just insane. Or even still, maybe I just want some. Both are very strong possibilities.

I guess the fever's going 'round.

OK, so Katie, Lizzi and I have created a myspace page for knowledge, ideas, and keeping up with what's going down. In the blight of teenage cliche's and all of the worthless writing that gives all of us who can compose anything worth a damn a bad name, we wanted a place where we could strut our stuff and show the world that we can actually do something meaningful. So basically, we have compiled all of the things that we find significant enough for others to know about into one convenient place. There you will find videos and directors, songs and bands, photos and photographers, articles and writers, and anything else that we see fit, to expand your knowledge or just plain entertain. We wanted something that isn't like everything else. We wanted something to inspire, and most of all we wanted something relevant to what actually matters.

So, for esperance in the scourge of shoddy media and compositions, we bring you: The Modern Rhode Island.

It will be updated every Sunday, so you can stay tuned for something different all of the time, and it's completely interactive. You can contribute to the site with suggestions for anything and everything on there. You can submit articles or comments or answers to the weekly question, or even just offer up something else you think would be suitable. Of course, you will have to follow some guidelines so that we don't end up full of shit like those other poor excuses for "info-tainment."

E-mail us anytime with anything you have to offer up. We haven't really gotten any articles on there, but of course, that's where you come in. The e-mail is the same as the site name, except with @yahoo.com on the end, and for all of you who actually are as stupid as I think you might be:

themodernrhodeisland@yahoo.com


So please, check it out and tell us what you think.

What's life like bleeding on the floor?

Because that's what she's going to do.

Owing to the fact that I have just released a few years of repressed anger, I feel much better. And that talk last night helped a lot as well. I think we've cleared the airways a little and things will be much better for both of us. I think we really needed that. Then again, I could be wrong. I suppose we'll find out soon enough.

I know how horoscopes are really vague so that they can help everyone and never be wrong, but I think the one I got today was pretty specific and it threw me off balance a little bit.

It said, "You can try to settle back into an old relationship pattern today, yet it's wiser to try to push through the resistance and make the necessary changes in your plans for the future."- Which I know, is still kind of vague, but as compared with a lot of the other ones I've gotten in the past, it's pretty much hit the mark.

But all of that aside, I find the rain rather comforting today. I'm not sure why, it's just sort of befitting under all of the circumstances. I really want to just stay outside and get soaked, but it's not like spring rain, and I'll just end up cold and probably even more sick than I already am. It's nice to see our grass becoming green again. Possibly an indication of the future? Unlikely, but it never hurts to dream (as long as expectations are low, that is). I'm still not really feeling much hope about my situation and I doubt that's going to change, no matter how green our grass gets.



I have an as-of-yet-still-unused joint in my room. It could have been put to use last night, but there's something else I must tell you.

I don't like it when I'm high around you and you're not. Or vice versa. But the problem is, I don't like getting high with you either. And it really has nothing to do with you at all. I just don't like it when I'm not myself around you. I don't feel the same. And I guess, then it does have something to do with you because I don't really like when you're not yourself around me either. It's different when it's a friend who's high around me, or I'm high around them because I don't have the relationship with them that I do with you. I feel, almost, dishonest I guess. It just, feels wrong.

That is mostly the reason that I didn't want to last night. It really didn't have anything to do with Katie at all. And also, last night, it seemed like you really only cared about getting high than being there with me, and that just made it even less appealing to get high with you.

Well now that I've gotten the rest of that off of my chest, I feel like I can breathe again. Except, not literally because I'm still kind of sick so I can't breathe all that well.


In other news, I did order my homecoming dress finally and I'm excited about that. And I know for sure that I want to be Loonette for Halloween. The only problem is, I actually have to make the costume because the only costumes ever made of her where for toddlers, and I am clearly not a toddler. And also, it doesn't really make sense considering she was a teenager on the show. Then again, not too many teenagers watched that show except for, like, us, but we weren't actually teenagers at the time that we were watching it. We were like, 7; If that. But where the fuck am I going to find orange overalls? I think I'll probably end up sewing them myself or have my aunt do it or something. I did happen to have some good luck and found a set of instructions for making the costume online. It took like, an hour of searching, but perseverance paid off. I was almost thinking of going as Molly, but most people probably wouldn' t recognize me if I just wore a blue dress and a clown nose. Then again, I'm not sure if they'll recognize me in the first place, but it's a little more obvious.

And other than soothing my wounds with Life On The Murder Scene, nothing's really going on. Except for some reason my computer isn't recognizing contractions anymore and every single one is underlined in red right now. Also, I'm supposed to maybe be hanging out with Katie and Evan today, but I don't think that's going to happen. I just really don't feel like going out today and I haven't heard from her since noon, so... yeah.

P.S. Katie, thanks for drawing to his attention the lack of "Carl and Andreaness" that was going on last night. I really didn't want you to say anything at the time, but I guess that it worked out for the better because knowing myself, I would have avoided it forever and never mentioned it to him or anyone else and then I would be tearing myself apart from the inside. So thanks, my very observant friend/lover/rape victim/wife.

I never conquered, rarely came.

So, I've been realizing lately that my self confidence has taken some blows. It's not that I completely hate myself or how I look or anything, but I feel disappointed, you know? I mean, I look around and see everyone else who's doing so much better than I am. I laugh it off and make it funny that I've fallen behind, but it does hurt.

Do you know those times when we've biked places and you always sped ahead and wouldn't wait for me? Well, it's those times that I've cried harder than any other. It's not because you left me behind, but because I didn't have the strength to keep up. And I feel that way now. I feel like I'm drowning.

I really just don't feel good enough anymore. Is it really all that bad to want to feel special sometimes? I just want someone to tell me that I am doing a damn good job with my life so far.

Summer has come and past

This first week of school officially blows... your mom.
Anyway, I think it's mostly because I had high expectations for it to be like last year, and obviously it's fallen short. The teachers are really boring. Half of my classes are really awkward because I don't know anyone in them, and the other half of my classes make me want to kill myself because I know EVERYONE in them. Save for lunch, this year is bound to be a killjoy. The only class that I even remotely like is History because I had Herron last year. Kendall is OK I guess, but only because he actually calls me Tree Wizard.

If it weren't for the fact that I had my "free pass" last year, I would completely blow this one off. I mean, I still could, but if there is any chance of saving my GPA at all, it kind of has to start now.


Aside from that, there's really not that much to say. I've been completely bored out of my mind these last few days because the internet is not as entertaining as you would think and, our TV is broken. I've basically just been sleeping, or walking around or eating out of boredom-which, is starting to show.
I know that people make promises to themselves to "get back in shape" and never fulfill them. See, the problem is, my "in shape" was being a gymnast and working out and skill training 6 hours a week, and I know there is no way that I will ever come close to that again. So, right off the bat, I know I can't fulfill that. I just figure that if I make an effort a few times a week for maybe half an hour each time, I'll make some sort of progress, assuming I don't just put it off and put it off and then eventually forget or abandon.

Regardless, I'm pretty much done with things right now. I'm going back to bed.

Wake me up when September ends.

(Yes, I totally did just set that one up, but only because I really wanted to use that line before it got too far into September.)

Girl please, I can see right through those fake colored contacts, your eyes ain't blue

My thoughts on today:

1. Half of my head is bright red.
2. That rhymed unintentionally.
3. Thanks for not being such a dick today (or at least pretending more than usual).
4. I barely saw you at all today. I felt lost.
5. This school year will most likely suck (I'm practically still tied; it's 40/60).
6. I got a letter in the mail that invited me to some prestigious program to go to Australia for 3 weeks next summer.
7. I kind of want to go.
8. HALF OF MY HEAD IS BRIGHT RED.
9. I really have no use for a locker this year.
10. Half of me wants to completely blow this entire year off because of how much I hate it already, and the other half wants me to stick to it and make up for all of my fuck ups last year.
11. RYAN GOES TO OUR SCHOOL NOW!
12. HOLY FUCK! RYAN GOES TO OUR SCHOOL NOW!
13. Things are not going to end well with that whole situation (the premonitions don't help either).
14. 13 is an unlucky number to end a list with, and normally I'm not so superstitious, but with the circumstances, it doesn't hurt.


:/

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