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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prtrabbit:46198</id>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-03-27T04:05:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-27T11:06:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-27T11:06:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;This journal has served its purpose, this will be the last entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so incredibly much just for listening&lt;br /&gt;Really, it means everything.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prtrabbit:45936</id>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-03-26T00:32:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-26T07:48:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-26T07:48:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;This day was good.&lt;br /&gt;This day was the first good day in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;And everything about it was good from start to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;She's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;I weigh 116 pounds and counting down. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out to lunch with my mom&lt;br /&gt;Over burgers I said it was total bullshit raising me in the way of meekness and terror&lt;br /&gt;And that I wasted my entire childhood being afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over now, we're almost grown ups do you realize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got my flip flops back from my exboyfriend. Now I never have to see him again. I can call him all I like but only to say sorry I don't know why I called. I kind of want him to think I'm pathetic? I don't want him to get me straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Elaine's house to exchange christmas gifts and if you've been following along you know she's my favorite person on the planet&lt;br /&gt;she gave me some girly clothes to wear and lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;we talked and i feel so much respect for her, yknow, she's brilliant. and her paintings are incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shared a plate of yakisoba and went to see slumdog millionaire &lt;br /&gt;half the reason I like Elaine is cause she wants some fucking butter on her popcorn and she chews loudly through the incredibly depressing parts&lt;br /&gt;no wonder that movie won so many awards, i mean shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we found grant skateboarding alone at the park and ride &lt;br /&gt;and took him back with us&lt;br /&gt;we played rockband and made elaine sing byob (fucking adorable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine's mom cut up a pineapple for us&lt;br /&gt;and her whole family is just so different from anything normal &lt;br /&gt;but in the best way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grant started a new job making pizza but he sliced his thumbs chopping onions&lt;br /&gt;and elaine's mom has basically adopted him and she helped him bandage it because it was still bleeding after hours and hours&lt;br /&gt;and just to watch her being a mother to him it's just so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove around streets I've never been down in this dead city&lt;br /&gt;windows down and heat blasting at my feet&lt;br /&gt;you can feel so fucking serene with so little you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is easy here&lt;br /&gt;life is good.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-03-24T12:02:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-24T19:09:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-24T19:09:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;And now, see, guess how I'm feeling right now. Optimistic, hopeful, enthusiastic. And what big changes have occurred since I was feeling terrible? None. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my emotions are random useless bologna. I'm going to IGNORE THEM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the emotion of hunger which I indulged this morning with Reese's Puffs cereal. Holy shit yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on there's only hungry/not hungry, sleepy/not sleepy, and cold/not cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else is irrelevant.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prtrabbit:45482</id>
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    <title>Here we go loop de loop</title>
    <published>2009-03-23T07:56:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-23T07:58:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;I don't know if it's normal to feel this depressed about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the doctor on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel so sad anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I got dumped right? So maybe that's the very sad thing&lt;br /&gt;But I was sad before that&lt;br /&gt;And when I try to think about it I just see Morgan wearing this terrible outfit that wasn't even cool when it was available in stores ten years ago&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else&lt;br /&gt;I can't even think about him, it's so unimportant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the problem&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in my life has meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to snap out of it and fast.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prtrabbit:45068</id>
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    <title>Mimic</title>
    <published>2009-03-23T04:26:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-23T04:33:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;I'm starting not to be sad anymore. The things I can remember about him are how fucking ridiculous dirty his house was, his fat ferret he never took care of, and how he used to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a call just now to see if I was really feeling this way or just wishing I felt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true. His voice is the voice of a fat rotting body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan was there. She was bleating. I mean exactly like a goat, honest to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is entirely defined by her and how she wants to see him. And in turn I wasted way too many years being defined by Alex. I was the echo's echo of a bleating goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, fuck that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new friend Jeff. He's incredible. He's very smart, not in the way he knows lots of things but in the better way that he understands lots of things. He rides a motorcycle, and he says he'll give me rides in the summer. I don't know how to ask if he's ever had a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I should probably stop looking for a new person to be like&lt;br /&gt;And start looking into being a person of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided it's not already too late&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prtrabbit:44862</id>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-03-19T01:17:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-19T08:18:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-19T08:18:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;Doomed for my physics final tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;What a waste of time to do all those labs and sit through all those lectures just to fail and fuck with my otherwise flawless GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lousy.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-03-17T03:13:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-17T10:13:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-17T10:13:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;It's sad about the paper. :(&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prtrabbit:44424</id>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-03-14T00:54:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-14T08:18:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-14T08:19:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;if she's morgan and he's alex and you're who you are with your stupid boyfriend girlfriend bestfriends and they're all who they are &lt;br /&gt;you know they are with their&lt;br /&gt;interests hobbies&lt;br /&gt;riding fucking motorcycles on the radio&lt;br /&gt;WHO AM I THEN&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE FUCK AM I THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I want but the wanting of this nameless unknown thing will ruin me&lt;br /&gt;I WANT to be someone and I want to want things&lt;br /&gt;I want to go backwards through time until I find the exact second I became Nobody &lt;br /&gt;and if it was my fault or not.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-03-13T17:50:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-14T00:53:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-14T00:53:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;Good music for studying?&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prtrabbit:43786</id>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-03-12T01:49:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-12T08:56:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-12T08:56:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;I loved you more than anything in the whole world&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;tonight while you're sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I hope the nastiest of roaches nest in your eye sockets&lt;br /&gt;11:11 that's my wish &lt;br /&gt;fuck you&lt;br /&gt;I loved you more than anything in the whole world.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prtrabbit:43639</id>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-03-11T23:11:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-12T06:47:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-12T06:47:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;Shopping therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/prtrabbit/pic/00009w9d/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/prtrabbit/pic/00009w9d/s320x240" width="240" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daawwww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also some new skinny jeans with cute pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL ALL I WANT TO DO IS CRY BUT I CANT&lt;br /&gt;Help help help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl this cute &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v64/magicrabbit/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01674.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/magicrabbit/DSC01674.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAS NO BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;How is this possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like Me alright but Me is just so fucking useless depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And akshally there is a couple boys who like me &lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel sick, literally&lt;br /&gt;I guess I led them on or something because they follow me around with bright eyes and tongues lolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my laptop on my lap and I've got my new boots on and they are smiling at me from my feet&lt;br /&gt;Hi cutie boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone good will ever sex me again&lt;br /&gt;I mean that&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I am 90 and they've carted me off to the nursing home and my grandkids are cleaning out my apartment they will find this same half empty box of condoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT I SAY ANYTHING NORMAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to be a lawyer&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-03-10T02:22:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-10T09:26:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-10T09:26:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;I got dumped like old milk and yesterday's news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result my laugh has gotten really loud like AHHAHAHAHAHAHA about everything. &lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-03-05T01:38:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-05T09:40:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-05T09:40:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Miserable</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prtrabbit:42770</id>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-02-28T23:10:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-01T07:21:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-01T07:22:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;My presents, so you can be incredibly jealous&lt;br /&gt;black flats&lt;br /&gt;a down pillow&lt;br /&gt;and really sexy underwear, please fuck me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my birthday studying&lt;br /&gt;And dinner with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched an amazing movie --&lt;br /&gt;But this is the last time&lt;br /&gt;I'm 20 years old now&lt;br /&gt;No more reading books and foreign movies, I'm not a child anymore&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE DAYDREAMING &lt;br /&gt;GROW UP&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prtrabbit:42629</id>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-02-27T23:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-28T07:58:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-28T07:58:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;I'm pretty much 20 years old now. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-02-27T01:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-27T09:52:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-27T09:52:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;I want to make her afraid&lt;br /&gt;For her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She deserves a gun to the head for that laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to waste away together with your vanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm incredibly depressed&lt;br /&gt;When it is this way everything is beautiful and sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get chills from the slant of the light so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make any friends now because&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk about boys with girls&lt;br /&gt;Or boys with boys, they're so dramatic&lt;br /&gt;And boys touching me, like its that easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck&lt;br /&gt;ckkkk ckkk&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>You can call me Nannerpuss Nannerpuss!</title>
    <published>2009-02-23T05:45:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-23T05:45:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;I just saw a rat in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is about perspective.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-02-21T00:40:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-21T08:46:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-21T08:46:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s622.photobucket.com/albums/tt303/sprocket20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cutiepie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i622.photobucket.com/albums/tt303/sprocket20/cutiepie.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-02-18T20:09:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-19T04:31:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-19T04:31:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;I have enough money to go to Costa Rica. &lt;br /&gt;UW does a trip there in the summer. YES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping for impossibly high heights and tarantulas. :)&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:prtrabbit:41041</id>
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    <title>Dollhouse is the worst television show i've ever seen</title>
    <published>2009-02-17T22:40:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-17T22:40:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;Pure shit. &lt;br /&gt;The whole show is pure shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything about it.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-02-16T22:51:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-17T06:54:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-17T06:54:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;If I had friends we would go to the beach (FLORIDA) and look cute in bikinis and die of sunlight and go dancing&lt;br /&gt;My friends aren't interested&lt;br /&gt;My friends aren't like me&lt;br /&gt;I went to a party and I had food in my teeth but I also had an excellent time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am failing all of my classes even though I don't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is              !!!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-02-12T23:43:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T07:44:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;I want &lt;br /&gt;Bumbershoot!!&lt;br /&gt;Hempfest!!&lt;br /&gt;Pride!!&lt;br /&gt;and a million lazy days at the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much longer until summer?&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-02-12T01:36:00</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;My boyfriend likes facts while I like logic. He loves the shit out of science and I prefer religion. Are these differences irreconcilable? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked and burned myself and my boss let me go early since I looked so stressed out and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;A worked 12 hours even though she was deathly ill.&lt;br /&gt;We need more help, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I saw LILLY on the bus to school. She looked so fucking adorable with her hair in these messy little princess braids and her face all shitty and tired. She says her life is falling apart from how much she's working and how little she's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel better by comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I will see her less and less and then I won't see her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will always remember spending every afternoon with her on the green couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-02-10T21:16:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-11T05:23:03Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;I studied in the lower level of Suzzallo today. It is quiet down there like death and everything is beige. I read my physics textbook word by word. I can do this. I have to.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>prtrabbit @ 2009-02-09T21:02:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-10T05:04:40Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="purple" size="1"&gt;Looking forward to failing my physics midterm on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we're going to get our power shut off tomorrow if we don't pay the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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