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They Never KnewOnce there was a little girl. She was a huge girl, a nasty little girl. She always went around with a tennis ball, never a racquet, just the ball. She’d throw the ball at dogs, no not to them, at them, would hit them square in the nose. Despite the nastiness of that little girl, she always got what she wanted. Like her favorite pair of rollerblades. She wouldn’t go anywhere without them. It was a strange sight, seeing her. She wore a tiny pair of red shorts, and a tiny green tank top, but she’d also be loaded up with a bulky pair of kneepads, elbow-pads, and a turquoise-spotted helmet. Not that they helped her at all when she got in the accidThey Never Knew
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Rainbow Styling
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You can't just go around trying to poison everyone who's mean to us. It's not good!
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-Art (The Pseudointellectual)
Scientia non habet inimicum nisp ignorantem.
[Science has no enemies but the ignorant.]
-Moshe Souroujon
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-Art (The Pseudointellectual)
Scientia non habet inimicum nisp ignorantem.
[Science has no enemies but the ignorant.]
-Moshe Souroujon
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† Ezaka †
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"Scribbling is how all artists start....some just scribbled more than others..."~Me
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"Hey, do you know what you call a blonde with a brain? A golden retriever."— Jacob Black
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