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Uta told me earlier this evening, "Santa clause is coming for me!" /:

Money. Success. Fame. Glamour.

You've been shot in the heart. There will always be a bullet in your heart and that's how I know that I can trust you.

I want to cut all my hair off. Like realllll short. rlllll shrt.

We have the sniffles.

Star paper.