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I LIE TO YOU ABOUT TWICE A DAY

11.28.2009

My parents are at a wedding, my sister and her boyfriend are also gone--who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?

at 13:33

LABELS: i am not a painter, shhhh, sunlight bathes our home

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