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  1. Glass MannequinSeptember 20, 2008 at 5:47 AM

    Wow. That's cute.

    Glass

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  2. DibsySeptember 20, 2008 at 9:00 AM

    Aww...where'd you get that piccy? :D

    Erg...some could not apply to me (such as IM, i don't know how to IM) but I have a feeling there is perfume in the air. -_-

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  3. anaaaaaaishh :DSeptember 20, 2008 at 3:54 PM

    OMG. i just read that and i realized i think i actually really like JJ,ohh snapp.

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  4. mariposaSeptember 20, 2008 at 5:08 PM

    That is cute :) & thanks for the comment - glad you like my blog :)

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  5. vLoSeptember 21, 2008 at 7:46 PM

    hm... well, most of i'ts really true but not really. anyways, wats up? saw you're comment cool blog you have here!

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  6. AnonymousSeptember 22, 2008 at 6:21 PM

    Aww . . . :-)

    There was actually for me.

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  7. Darling.September 26, 2008 at 2:21 PM

    Wow. That freaked me out.
    When I read the number one reason I was like oh shit I was thinking of one person. But no, I'm not in love. Cute though.

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