Dear Attention Span,
Bahhhh...I would like it if we hung out more. But alas, you run away before I have a chance to take advantage of you.
Love,
Lynna
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This is just a look into the twisted diary that lives inside my head ranting (sometimes inappropriately) about objects that most likely are undeserving of my rage.
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