Monday, September 21, 2009


Amber: ew.

Ben: Her head was held down, her mouth open, and her eyes kept from shutting; there were screams, and yelping, muffled pleas that then were swallowed; it was only a song that played in repetition and lyrics on and on, over again; it only played through earphones through heads, but still it played, and so it was.

Morgan: Both Amber and Rachel were grossed out by my turf burn booboo.

Rachel: Using our break from class to look at Morgan's gross leg.

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