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UnknownSitting on the hardened wooden stool, a dreamy smile crossed the man’s lips.Unknown
“Hey, don’t you listen? No smiling for passport photos!” The woman exclaimed.
He smiled still. “Sorry, I can’t help it,” he replied as chuckled at her ruffled feathers.
“Oh really? Pray tell why!” His photographer friend asked as the camera clicked angrily.
Then a grin crossed her face as the facts clicked together in her head.
He answered for her quickly and quietly-“I’m in love!” as she crowed triumphantly.
“And who might th
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- Current Residence: My hooouse.
- Interests: Dancing in the rain, singing, friends, movies, flute, writing, sometimes doodling. :)
- Favourite movie: That's not a fair question. Too many to list, and a LOT are Disney. :)
- Favourite band or musician: Again, unfair. But my current obsession is McFly, hoorah!
- Favourite genre of music: Everything...except country.
- Favourite artist: Ah there are so many wonderful ones out there!
- Favourite poet or writer: What is with all the UNFAIR questions?
- Favourite photographer: I don't really know, honestly.
- Favourite style of art: EVERYTHING.
- MP3 player of choice: My iPod Nano...which eats headphones! :(
- Favourite game: Kingdom Hearts :D
- Favourite gaming platform: PS 2 yay!
- Favourite cartoon character: Um...ALL DISNEY CHARACTERS! :D
- Tools of the Trade: My trusty black Papermate pen!
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How does your iPod eat headphones? O__o
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There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty; bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence, of blue and grey.
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