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Random First Lines:Author: Aatish Taseer
Length: 563 pages
Publisher: Pan Macmillan India
The Way Things Were (English) 1st Edition
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Katie just Wants To Be That Average Girl That Gets The Good grades And Has Some very Close Friends, But Of Course With Her Constantly Moving It's Very had For Her To Be This.
And It's About To get A Hell Lot Harder.
You'll just have to read it, it's kinda short. COMMENTS PLZ any will do
To die over twenty years or even more is gruesome ...
Poetry | Updated Nov 4, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
SOMetimes being numb is a blessing...
By Elizabeth Laurane Jeffrey Cullen
Will put one later folks.
Oh and I got the idea for this book through a dream i had a long time ago. I wrote this down actually the day i woke up from the dream but i decided to put it up on here just now.
A poem about the magical nature of dragonflies
Michael Fiotney is running away from the police because they think he commited a crime that he didn't commit.
He is also running away from the deadliest group in the world after he stole 1 cigarette from them, but the group don't want the cigarette, they want whats on it.
READ. just read it, done with summarys. its a romance.
By Professor Iconoclast
I sometimes wonder if women know that some of these small occurances can really brighten a man's day.
Poetry | Updated Aug 19, 2009 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Theas are tong twisters that I found and really like... I have to worn u they are hard to say!! Good Luck!!!! :D
Short Story | Updated Aug 3, 2009 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Mister Clown is driving too fast and needs to slow down...
Poetry | Updated May 22, 2009 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 9
Charlie Trenton works at Wendy's. The fastest fast food restaurant in the small town of Washingtin Cult House. The summer job begins to take its toll on this everyday teen, and soon his bordom gets the best of him when he begins secretly studying the habits of an all to suspiciously frequent...
Poem. What else can I say? I'm just writing what is on my mind and what's fucked up in my life right now. What is fucked up? Life itself. There's only one thing that really spares me of all this stress and stuff, so it's my remedy, my cure, and what keeps me on my feet. It's also why I'm still...
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