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Thursday, September 22, 2005

They Sail Quietly On Ice.



Nice sunset tonight.



Doesn't that group of clouds near the bottom look like a rowboat with oars sticking out of it?

Macintosh Classic II > Nano

M: These pickles are the bomb.

T: The bomb is these pickles.

M: Oh shit.

[SKFL]

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