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Room 317, Thursday Night
Nov. 23rd, 2006 11:44 pmZ sat on her bed, writing a letter that would never be sent.
( Dear Jack, )
Z viciously tore the letter out of her notebook, tore it into pieces, and chucked it in the trash. "This is a stupid holiday," she grumbled.
( Dear Jack, )
Z viciously tore the letter out of her notebook, tore it into pieces, and chucked it in the trash. "This is a stupid holiday," she grumbled.
