Notes from a Cluttered Desk

Scatterbrained thoughts from a scatter brained girl

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Sometimes when I walk home alone at night, I’m terrifyingly paranoid of running into a possum.  Mostly because it’s happened before.  I mean, would you want this creepily lurking in your path?

Sometimes when I walk home alone at night, I’m terrifyingly paranoid of running into a possum.  Mostly because it’s happened before.  I mean, would you want this creepily lurking in your path?

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