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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Sunday, March 23, 2003
The sunlight flowing in from her window makes bright squares on her purple sheets, overlapping her slumbering form. Her dark curls cascade in ringlets over her pillow, framing her narrow face. She sighs softly in her sleep, throwing one pale arm up above her head.
She is stunningly beautiful.
The blankets caress her figure, revealing little but the rise of her chest; the rest is left to the imagination. The fabric trembles with each breath that she takes, kissed by the warmth that she exhales from her full, crimson-colored lips. Sweet sinning pilgrims they are, slightly parted in her sleep.
Her eyelids flutter as the sunlight brushes across them and I am gasping at their startling green.
"I love you, Miranda," I confess when I regain my composure.
"... My name is Ilana."
... Oops.
1:23 PM
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