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Frinklin
Okay, to back up the Mrs' story: I was taking out our garbage one day (not today, a different garbage-day) and the crazy, alcoholic, formerly dead woman across the street was on the phone screaming at the top of her lungs. What was she screaming you ask? Oh, all sorts of things about suicide and abortion and hating herself. Yeah... i want to live in her house.
[2004-04-06 21:35:32]

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