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We shall be the perfect pair, rather like my thiiiiighs...
So, sent off some mail. That I've been needing to send off for a while, so much better, yay.
Um... Other than that... Nothing much is going on. Happy birthday, Mozart!
Wow, I am rather excessively bored. Go me!
*does a jig*
Um... Other than that... Nothing much is going on. Happy birthday, Mozart!
Wow, I am rather excessively bored. Go me!
*does a jig*

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It took me a second to realize what you were talking about.
No, the subject's just a song quote. My thighs suck.
I do, however, like my calves. *nod nod*