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three hundred and twenty seven Nothing to write about at all. Two weeks later, and the examinations start, which is why Daddy Dearest is yelling at me to get off the computer. I thought he went to Grandma's with my mom and my brother. Bloody hell. He should've went. I wanted to be home alone. It's been a while.
before sunrise // before sunset
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