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+One 14 oz glass of OJ (197)
+waterwaterwater
Today is awful. I hate being home. I need to get out of here. The only things that keeps me here is my cello and my dreams of UMiami. I can't afford college without my father's money. This makes me sick to my stomach.
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I'm really trying to find a way to go see Phillip, and stay over for a night.
I'm not sure how it'll work out. But I hope it does.
I'm sick. Real sick.
I don't really want to get better right now.
I tore up my leg something awful, and I'm wondering if it'll scar.
Better go stock up on some tights.
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| I'n Taylor, and that last bite of Soy Delicious was my last bite of food for 48 hours.
Nice to meet you.
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