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2001-06-21 || 1:37 p.m. || anne frank/meow meow || this kind of thing. this keeping secrets and flying under the radar and folding up the rules and tucking them away in a drawer. is not for me. i woke up convinced that you were anne frank and i was hiding you in the annex apartment. you were running around, scratching at your litter box, biting the mini blinds. you meowed very loudly and would't pipe down after i begged you to be quiet. we are surrounded, meow meow. the landlady's next door. she has no qualms about throwing us out and making you into a nice fur coat. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |