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“It is human life. We are blown upon the world; we float buoyantly upon the summer air a little while, complacently showing off our grace of form and our dainty iridescent colors; then we vanish with a little puff, leaving nothing behind but a memory—and sometimes not even that…”
- Mark Twain (via awritersruminations)
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Awkward, quiet and often snarky, this young female likes coffee in her sugar and cream, cats, reading, and making fun of tragedies. She's a mess waiting to happen, so gift her to any relatives you don't particularly like.
theme by Robin Wragg
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