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Tuesday 10 February 2009

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And the last thing I remember is how, that last night, we all sat smushed in XXXX’s room and told eachother why we were each beautiful. And why we all loved eachother. And then we woke up at six the next morning just to walk on the concrete and then through the mud just for those last few hours.

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