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22.2.09
A Welcome Video
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21.2.09
The Times
Jade. A modern Marylyn Monroe? No.
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8.2.09
Poem2 Then no more
"Smile!" he said

"I am." she said

"oh." He Said

They didn't speak again until pudding. 
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1.2.09
Poem
Night is knitted over us,

Sleep is in it unguarded.

And Neil keeps PLAYING THOSE FUCKING DRUMS.

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