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Sunday, February 19, 2017
clip of that movie w heather graham where she beats herself up at the end that i saw on late night cable in the mid-2000s
We want it to be last summer.
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
Okay. I'm fine.
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