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Saturday, September 28, 2002

I had a weird weird dream last night. I was married to the one teacher I think is cute and we wanted to have a baby but I didn't want to have it. So we went to the groccery store and apparently if you ate a pumpkin you could have a baby or you can grow one from coffee beans. It was odd. But Dave was a cashier!
I am diffinently going to go kill my brother.



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