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21 February 2011

Martedì già

My hair is longer, my room is cleaner. I've danced on balconies, got a temp tattoo of a dream catcher on my right arm. I got to dress up and be a makeup artist this weekend.
No school on Monday's for Presidents causes me to laugh and my uncle from
Italy to say, "Americani.."
I'm making something of myself and am willing to share soon.

don't let them.

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