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The Journal of Michele Schottelkorb something wicked this way comes
05/03/2003 06:34 a.m.
hmm... the air smells of a foul odor... i wonder what it could be... pop a pill, it all goes away... HA... just til the pill wears off...
p.s. thank you for prayers for my Mother-in-Law... she has been moved out of ICU... I am currently Empty
I am listening to the fan again... where's "dead can dance" when you need them?
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