save your heart, jonah

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it had been too effortless for britton to sneak out of her mother's scope without any guilt weighing on her conscious. the centre of town during the midday of a saturday was not an environment which she would prefer to be placed in. the swells of people bustling around the shops and streets jarred the physically worn girl past the point of discomfort. with her brain tumor alter causing her to skip out on the gift of good balance britton could be found tumbling all over the place. her vision had already blurred twice to result in the girl toppling over a display of watches, smashing three pricey watches to bit, and then stepped on the toes of an old man who grumbled irritably at the clambering. like a ghost her mom had floated over each time, hurriedly explaining the condition of her daughter to instantly receive sympathetic stares and unneeded apologies. as aggravating her mother's pity methods were britton remained silent, sticking close to her to ensure that she was remaining in good health. attention from strangers did not fall as something britton desired, so she would duck her head, mentally chiding everyone for having a lack of privacy. public places did not mesh well with britton but she had gone out shopping by request of her mother.

lately her mother had taken a liking to the bohemian style of clothes, stepping into dodgy thrift shops to discover such clothing. britton had attempted to be the voice of reason only to be swatted away by her mother, like she was some pesky fly. in one store she had casually stepped out onto the street while her mom swerved crazily to locate the perfectly distressed denim jacket. clothes were never something that britton had taken particular interest in, unlike her mother who attended fashion shows like she was a devoted designer herself. only enough fabric was needed to cover her body, beyond that britton worried not about the style which she was dressing herself in. truthfully she had left it up to the stylish eye of her mother to collect all of the clothes that now made up her extensive wardrobe. she was the only reason that britton tugged absently on a floral scarf as she ushered her way slowly down the walk. it was unclear exactly where britton was headed. any place would be acceptable as long as it did not classify as the center of town. she was beginning to feel nauseous, meaning that soon she would probably fall victim to a random spurt of vomiting. it was just something that happened, one of the symptoms from her brain tumor.

fate had decided the cancer and brain tumor would be the victors of the war britton had been a part of since the age of six. such a choice did not bother britton, she had wholly accepted how her life would play out, but constantly she was drawn back to the subject. swinging her bag idly off her arm she noted that the streets crowded with people began to thin, a minor detail she focused on to fight off the turning of her stomach. ignorance towards the sudden ill feeling did not seem to be acceptable, since soon it felt like her stomach was being thrown around like a frisbee. abrupt spells of nausea had become more common after the last bout of trail treatment, since whatever had been in the doses of medicine had royally screwed with her body. suddenly she was taken over by a spew of heavy coughs, the tightening of her throat signalling to what was to come. she threw her bag to the ground directly before the contents of her breakfast of pancakes came spewing back up. a puddle of gross now littered the sidewalk, also dotting the edges of her sandals. it was too common of a happening to even repulse britton. but with the dizziness following after the vom spell she wasn't sure if she could make it back to the town center. "vomit covered and dizzy, exactly how i want to be left stranded..." she murmured, tasting the bitter bile lingering in her mouth. wiggling her toes, she let out a groan. a feeling of helplessness set over the swaying the girl. life sucked sometimes.

[JONÁS LEVI MUÑOZ]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]Jonah giggled childishly as he and his dad walked past a sex shop, earning himself a puzzled look from the man. They were looking for a present for David, his dad's boyfriend, since his birthday was coming up and Jonah was frustrating his dad by suggesting silly or ugly stuff for him. "Why don't we buy something there dad? I'm sure that whatever we buy, you guys'll enjoy it." His dad looked outraged at the suggestion. "¡Jonás! ¡Deja de decir tonterías! If you can't be serious about this maybe I should do it alone." His dad's face was flushed in an embarrassed way and Jonah had to suppress another giggle. His dad was so embarrassed it was funny, didn't he know that Jonah knew about sex? It wasn't as if he expected David and Oscar to be together for almost 3 years without having sex, it just didn't work that way anymore. "Papá, chill. It was a joke." He rolled his eyes and grinned at his dad in an impish way that made him look more as if he was 12 rather than 16. His dad sighed and ruffled a hand through Jonah's hair. "I keep forgetting you're a big boy now." His dad's voice sounded melancholic and sentimental, two emotions Jonah would rather keep out of his life, seeing as how they only got him trouble. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Jonah gave his dad a shy smile before looking at the ground and toeing at it with his sneakers. "What do you want to give David? I know it's important to you but I'm no good at presents. Can't you remember the disaster I gave you when I was six?" His dad chuckled fondly at the memory of Jonah presenting him with a dead bird; having seen a documental a few weeks earlier about pet cats giving their owners, or rather their "parents", a dead bird to show love and so he or she could be proud of said cat. When Jonah had gone outside a day before his dad's birthday and found a dead bird on the street, he'd picked it up and put it in a box, sure that his dad would be proud of him... To say that the dead bird did not create the desired emotion is not necessary. "You're right Jonás, you do suck at gifts. I don't know why I invited you to help me." His dad's voice was light and joking, not really meaning to hurt Jonah and Jonah knew this, meeting the comment with a smile. "Can I go get an ice cream while you go into that store? I know you're going into it because you always go into that store." He pointed at the store with his chin, looking a bit green in the face. He hated that store; hated the smell, the music, everything. It made him nauseous for some reason and he definitely did not want that funny feeling in his stomach. "Please dad?" He widened his eyes as he whined, looking like a child throwing a tantrum. "Sure Jonah, here ya go. See you in about half an hour?" Jonah nodded as his dad gave him some money and waved him off, walking quickly towards his favorite store. With a smile Jonah turned and walked the other way, seeing as how his favorite ice cream shop was a few minutes away from this part of town, in a more secluded spot, and if he had time he was going there. End of story. As he walked, he noticed this girl in front of him. She was walking strangely, as though the bag she was swinging on her arm was a bit too heavy for her. He noticed her stop and throw the bag towards the ground and throw up, directly on her shoes before he started running towards her. Usually, vomit made him queasy but he remembered how it felt when his meds had caused him to throw up constantly in public places and how people would not help you when you were feeling sick as hell. "Hey, are you ok?" He quickly reached the girl, sidestepping her vomit and breathing through his mouth. He looked in his pockets, remembering the kleenex he always had in his pocket and as soon as he found them he thrust them into her hands. "Here, clean up and then we'll find a place for you to sit." He reached over and pulled her bag off the floor, dusting it off and making sure it didn't have vomit. It seemed to have been lucky not to get covered in chunks of undigested food but he could not say the same for her shoes. "There's an ice cream shop a few minutes away from here, think you can walk there? You can clean up in the bathroom and I'll buy you a lemon sorbet for your tummy." He looked up at the girl's face and noticed he knew her and suddenly becoming shy, he stuttered accross his next words. "Britton! Um... Hi." A blush had formed on his cheeks as he looked at the pretty girl standing in front of him and his hands were suddenly slick with sweat, nervous as this girl got him though, he wasn't going to abandon her now. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, omg jonah and his dad are the best<3 and awks... jonah is nervous now[/style]

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[ispybritton]

her mother would have been steadily on her way to a heart attack if she had would have been able to see britton. stooped over, vomit dotting her feed, and bag askew, she perfectly captured the definition of a mess. first she would have exploded because she had thought it would have been acceptable for her to wander off, unsupervised and into one of the less inhabited parts of town. next she would have hollered because the sandals she was wearing were one of a kind, and the vomit was guaranteed to have completely ruined them. she would have calmed down after shouting, throwing her arms around britton and rocking her as if she were a four year old. babying was a type of behavior she received daily when it came to her mom. somewhere along the line her mom had forgotten that a brain tumor did not keep her from growing up and now she was the age of a legitimate adult. to her mom britton figured that she would never actually be the adult that being the age of eighteen confirmed she was. twenty one would be the maximum age of adulthood she would reach, making her wish that she would finally be able to take advantage of her legal status. she didn't feel like an adult really, not with her mom keeping a hold on her and coddling her like she had never emerged out of her childhood years.

what was the most repulsing thing about the situation was that britton couldn't see any sort of shops that she could fumble to in order to try and clean herself off. she could not stumble back to her mother appearing as such a disgruntled mess. it would be the last time that her mom would think she would be able to go and venture out into the town alone. a tiny piece of her was sneering at the potential punishment, since her parents had never discovered how much of a wanderer and sly dog their daughter had transformed into. they could have confined her to her room as a severe punishment but once the night had dominated she would have been out of the house. wandering was the only way she was able to dump out her nerves in hopes that it would make her more calm and composed. without the opportunity to do so she would have gone around shaky and stuttering, too strung out from all of the anxiety in her life. they would never be able to trap her, keeping her from living the life that she had every right to possess. it was what her parents thought was best, but that did not patch over the fact that they were wrong. the tragedies that had plagued lives turned them into protective monsters, monitoring every aspect of britton's life they possibly could. they wanted their daughter to thrive as long as possible, even if to do that it meant that her actual life would have to wither.

god must have not hated as britton as much as he let on, because some kid was suddenly next to her, asking her if she happened to be okay. anyone else would have given a snarky response back, but britton swallowed the bitter bile, saying, "i'm just glad that wasn't all over my jeans." her voice was faint, weakness coming over her because of the sudden show of vomiting she had just put on. her jeans had been a gift from one of her mom's favorite designers, and if they had been soiled by vomit her mom would not have been pleased. a hand appeared in her vision, holding out a tissue, which was exactly what she needed in order to clean herself up. "thanks," she muttered, shaky hand taking the tissue into her grasp. she bent over further, ass probably looking like one from a strip show, and focused on trying to clean the gunk off her sandals. one tissue cleaned up nearly all of the vomit, but britton would need water and soap for her feet to actually feel clean again. "i don't like lemon, but a place to wash up sounds nice." she finally tilted her head up, looking to see how the stranger was who had come to rescue her, jonah. the boy who she had met on chat a few days before. "we meet in person and this is how you get to see me," she sheepishly said to him, leaning over to try and get to use him as a support. she wouldn't be able to stand for much longer.

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[ispybritton]

jonah had no reason to be acting so concerned towards britton. the better domination of people she knew didn't show that much concern towards her. and they were the ones who knew of her condition and the symptoms that were coupled along with it. she was just another part of life that would go on or eventually die out. natural selection and all that assured that the weakest were not meant to carry on in this bitter world. she had accepted that she was too weak of a person, not nearly strong enough to fit for a position of existence in this world. twenty one years of living was better than never having a chance at life at all. he was gently keeping hold of her, which she appreciated, since without him around she would have been a floundering fool on the ground. like she hadn't already made enough of a fool out of herself today. she was just appreciative of jonah being there, grasping tightly onto her in order to try and get her to walk. he stopped walking and she barely had been able to stop her steps to match him in his standing position. tiredly, she tilted her head back to look up at jonah, "yes?' she wearily asked him. she could not keep the tiredness from seeping into her voice. he looked anxious, shuffling from foot to foot and hesitantly meeting her stare. he was nervous because he was asking her something very unexpected. at least britton had never been asked such a thing before. "you want to carry me?" she asked, more for clarification than anything. she was quiet for a moment, letting jonah's reasoning sink into her head for a moment. slowly, she bobbed her head up and down to nod. "yeah, you can carry me," she finally said with a tiny smile.

there was something deeper that went paired along with the tidbit of information that he had revealed to her. britton remained pressed against his side, tiny frame comfortably fit against his. her head remained titled back, to better get a look of him as he delved into a rant that was power by feelings of nostalgia. she could picture exactly what it was that jonah had the guts to admit to her. in chat he had said something about his mother being a victim of lung cancer brought on by the cancer sticks that she relied upon from time to time. this sharing of sadness would further push her to abandon the nicotine, if anything, only for the sake of jonah and his late mother. in her mind a picture was forming of a very happy couple, with one of the two sadly plagued by something that was now out of their hands. but there was still their lover besides them, supporting them and promising that they would never leave them alone in their tragedy. "they sound like what any couple would want to be, as much perfection as you can make out of something so sad," she thoughtfully said, only after jonah paused to take a gasping breath. this all seemed to be taking a drastic toll on him. britton wouldn't comfort him, but he would know that she was at least here to offer a distraction. she nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about. britton could relate to his mother, because that was a loose interpretation of herself. "it makes it easier to pretend that everything is alright, even if it really isn't," she said softly, closing up that part of their conversation. she gave him another tiny smile, shaking her head at him. he had no reason to be sorry, she preferred that he got that all off of his chest. "you can blab to me anytime. but in the meantime, why don't you carry me?"

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]The way Britton was talking about Jonah's parents made it seem like she knew a lot about what was going on, puzzled by this, Jonah tried to figure out who it was in Britton's family that had died or was going to die from cancer. He hadn't heard her say anything about it, or mentioned a thing that made it seem like someone from her family was sick. Trying to shrug off the awkward feeling, Jonah smiled down at Britton. She seemed pretty excited to be carried by him, and to tell the truth, he was pretty excited that she had agreed. He had been scared she'd think he was a crazy psycho that wanted to kidnap her by asking to let him carry her and take off with her, never to be seen again. He was glad that she didn't seem to be thinking anything among these lines, and actually, seemed a bit surprised that his mind had come up with a story so far-fetched about something so simple. She was sick, she was tired, carrying her seemed like the most obvious solution! Shaking his head to dispel the awkward thoughts he was carrying he sank down to his left knee, keeping the other one upright as he had seen his father do many times so he could stand up again when his mother climbed on his back. Britton didn't seem very heavy and had told him many times she wasn't more than 90 pounds, and even if she had been, Jonah would have carried her anyway. Waiting for her to climb onto his back, Jonah tried to make awkward conversation, even though he wished it wouldn't be that way. He wanted her to like him back, to think he was as handsome as he thought she was gorgeous (actually, that wasn't even that necessary), to just want to spend as much time with him as he wanted to spend with her. He knew it'd be hard but he would woo her in his odd, unique way, and get her to fall for him just like he'd fallen for her. "Jonah Airlines welcomes you on board and wishes you a comfortable trip." Jonah said in a voice that seemed robotical but warm, like air hostesses always sounded. After getting a comfortable enough hold on her; one where he was sure he wouldn't accidentally drop her on the head and kill he, he got up from his knee and swayed a bit before standing completely upright. "Our flight destination is Jonah's favorite ice cream parlor, approximate landing time: 6 minutes." He started walking, trying to keep the happy bounce from his step as he felt her legs wrap around his waist in an effort to make this job easier on himself. He tried to look up at her, but only managed to turn his head sideways just enough to see her out of the corner of his eye; he smiled up at her in a wide goofy grin that had his teeth showing all the way up to the gums. He wanted to sprint to the ice cream shop and buy Britton's favorite ice cream and feed it to her and then give her a baby horse that she could learn how to ride and their children would meet and... He suddenly realized what was going through his mind and it took everything in him not to burst out laughing like a maniac. Their children? Where had that come from? And a horse? Did Britton even like horses? Trying to stop his head from thinking about this awkwardness, he started a conversation. "So... What flavor ice cream am I going to buy for you? Since you said you didn't like lemon." [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, I LOVE THEM <3[/style]

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[ispybritton]

the way that she found herself feeling completely at ease around jonah was refreshingly comforting. people usually accepted her company, but it wasn't like they could wholly accept who it was they were talking to. britton was dying, and people never seemed to be able to wrap their head around that. what they also failed to realize was that they also had a timer that had been looming over their head from the day that they were born. theirs was just invisible, where britton's had been unveiled a little over a year ago. sometimes she had wished that her parents had never revealed the brain tumor information to who her principal, who sent out a medical file to all of her teachers, who all felt that they had the liberty to share the heartbreaking news to all of her classes. they had only been looking out for her, hoping that her peers would be able to understand that britton was not normal, that she was special. it had only made them scared of her, made them more unwilling to socialize with someone who they all knew was dying. jonah understood what it was like to have a dying person as one of the most solid parts of your life. he didn't know that britton was on a countdown, and she didn't think that she had the heart to tell him. the way that he had spoken about his mom had nearly broken her own heart. why would she want to break his with a stark revelation that she could keep to herself? sometimes keeping someone blissfully ignorant was the best choice. in the end the choice would probably come back to create inevitable sadness, but jonah was smiling at the moment and that was all that mattered. britton didn't want to see him hurt.

she was obedient, climbing onto his back when he dropped down onto one knee. for one second she couldn't help but worry, wondering if he would be able to carry her. he did look awfully lanky, but he had said that he was stronger than he had looked. britton would trust his word and climb onto his back, enjoying the transportation that he was giving her to the ice cream parlor. he seemed to know what he was doing, so britton weakly wrapped her arms and legs around, giving him total control of the situation. "this flight better be exceptional, being the tickets were overly expensive. but i have a feeling that the fight staff won't disappointment me," she jokingly said, voice quiet, lips closely placed to his ear when she spoke. britton was more weary now, finding it slightly difficult to even manage to speak. the brain tumor did all of this to her. it robbed her of her strength and her ability to do simple tasks. britton didn't complain, settling on thinking that there were people out there who didn't even the ability to walk or that. she was thankful that her life had been this good. "that's a very speedy flight. i i think that i am going to have to put in a good word for jonah airlines. i would recommend them to anyone," she chirped brightly, trying her best to keep a loose but firm hold on him. he might have been able to keep her on his back for the whole six minutes, but britton wasn't too sure about herself. her arms weren't feeling too dependable anymore. "i like mango flavored anything. or chocolate if you want a more classical answer," she decided, trying to keep her mind off of how weak she felt.

[JONÁS LEVI MUÑOZ]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]If Jonah had to make a list of things that made him happy, he'd probably have a few problems. He knew of things that made him content but he didn't really know if they made him happy... At least, not in a way that compared to the way Britton made him feel. It was weird, realizing he liked this girl so much nothing compared to her anymore. It felt weird not to be able to remember a time when he had been so happy before meeting her. It felt weird that he'd never wondered where he could meet her before. It was a weird experience, being so incredibly happy just because a girl was sitting on his back; joking and laughing with him, making him feel... Loved! He knew she probably wasn't thinking the same things he was, probably not thinking about how happy it made him to have her arms wrapped around his neck, how perfect her legs felt wrapped around his waist, how he never wanted this moment to end. He laughed when she mentioned chocolate as one of her favorite ice cream flavors, how cliche could she possibly get? "Chocolate? You're kidding me right? Chocolate?" He struggled to keep his laughter inside, failing and probably sounding a bit strangled as weird half-chuckle sounds left his mouth. "Not that there's anything wrong with chocolate, there's just so many flavors that are ten times better. Mango is a good example for that!" He hummed happily as he thought of all the amazing flavors he'd tasted in his life. His tongue had always been the adventurous type, something that got him in trouble half the time. He grimaced as he remembered the taste of some of the nastier things he'd eaten, one he guessed actually tasted like what poop would taste like if he were ever to try it. Annoyed at himself, he shook his head; it was just like him to concentrate on the bad things that had happened in his life and not take the good ones into account. What about that time he had eaten that delicious plate of venizen meat with sweet potatoes? What about that time he'd gone to ice cream heaven with that yogurt gelatto? His life hadn't been all bad, and it would do him well to remember that. "Hey Britt! I have an idea! They have a lot of interesting flavors at this place, want to try them all? We could come by every week to try a new one!" He really hoped she said yes, he thought they'd have a good time and it would be amazing to spend so much time with her; weekly. He opened the door to the ice cream place without his hands awkwardly, not wanting Britton to fall off his back. He reached a booth and sat down on the edge of it quickly, laying down on his back so he was suddenly lying down on top of the girl's thin body. "Wow! I'd forgotten the booths here were SOOOOO comfortable! I think I'll come here even more often now!" He snuggled his back into her stomach for a few more seconds before sitting up and turning to offer her a huge smile. "Mango right?" He reached out and tickled her ribs for a few seconds, wanting to hear her beautiful laugh again before he stood up. "If you trust me, I'll get you an even more exotic flavor but I think you'll like it! If you don't I'll buy you your mango anyway." He winked at her before stretching out and laying his head on her stomach, looking up at her face sweetly. There was something about her that gave him confidence to be his own person without being scared of being judged, it gave him the confidence to be as affectionate as he wanted towards her without fearing being rejected, it gave him confidence to tell her bad jokes and expect a laugh in return. It just made him feel accepted in a way he hadn't felt with anyone except his father since his mother had died, it made him feel that if she could accept and like him... Why shouldn't someone else? [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 344px; text-align: center; background-color: #151515; padding: 15px; color: #E7E1CD; margin-top: -9px; margin-bottom: 12px; opacity: 0.9; letter-spacing: 1px;]NOTES, :/ i'm sorry about this... we should just finish this thread fast so we can do the date one! C:[/style]

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