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<tagline mode='escaped'>right round, baby</tagline>
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    <issued>2008-01-13T23:03:00</issued>
    <modified>2008-01-14T04:03:17Z</modified>
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      <name>god is an astronaut</name>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>&lt;small&gt;Dear GJ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past six years, you have been a very important part of my life. I signed up when I was twelve and felt like such a rebel for pretending to be thirteen. I joined my first real roleplay community where people didn&apos;t ignore me because I was a terrible writer. You let me keep in contact with my friends. Wholeheartedly, I chose you over that cheapskate LiveJournal, making you my one and only. Never have I regretted that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GJ? You&apos;ve been letting me down. I thought we had a good relationship - something really magical. Sure we&apos;ve had hard times, but what couple hasn&apos;t? In the end, you&apos;ve always been there for me, whether I wanted to see you or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, however, you&apos;ve been disappearing. You&apos;ve been petty and cheap with me, treating me like all those years were nothing. Nothing more than a blip on your radar. Is that really what I mean to you? You have underhandedly been using my trust - &lt;i&gt;convinced&lt;/i&gt; I would stay with you no matter what until the end. I don&apos;t like being treated like this, GJ. You&apos;re becoming someone else - but don&apos;t think I am in isolated incident. Your other friends agree with me in that you&apos;re becoming reclusive, refusing to tell us why you&apos;re...you&apos;re &lt;i&gt;changing&lt;/i&gt; into this person we&apos;ve grown to distrust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...GJ? I don&apos;t want to tell you this, but...I&apos;ve found someone else. Someone new. Someone who cares. Someone who actually understands that I am a human being who has needs. He may still be rough around the edges, but he has potential, and I don&apos;t want to be treated like a nobody anymore. Your apathy has led to your downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am packing my bags and going somewhere else. To someone I think I can trust. Goodbye, GJ. Maybe if you get your act together, we can stay friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Maria&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title mode='escaped'>Friends Only</title>
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    <issued>2007-10-22T23:00:00</issued>
    <modified>2007-10-23T03:01:45Z</modified>
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    <content type='text/html' mode='escaped'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/MaritheGreat/spinnerblue.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;You spin me right round, baby.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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