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[Aug. 26th, 2011|06:34 am] |
Each night, before my mother and father would put me to bed, they would tell me that I was going to grow into a beautiful, talented, successful woman who would let no one stand in the way of achieving her goals. They would tell me: В один прекрасный день вы откроете свои крылья и парить, красивая птица.
They seemed to know something I did not, at the time.
Puddlemere, любимцев, you will give us a challenge next game, won't you? Victories are so much sweeter when you actually earn them.
Do not get me wrong, this view from the top is something I could definitely get used to, but unless I'm digging in my talons to climb to the top, it is...less than satisfactory.
And I do so enjoy being satisfied. |
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