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2003-12-03 - 6:33 p.m.
synthetic comfort dear beck, what's a paper tiger in the sun actually like? solar spent the morning at the gym running off furious emotions triggered by a three letter word with a seven letter adjective. meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, solar was having an online affair with a floridian living in texas who she's never met. um, does anybody here see the problem? solar needs a fucking purpose. kinda like a 50% synthetic comforter...i'm feeling a little down.
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