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| Tickety tap, A fervent typist, A soft white glow, Relfecting upon her own pale face and unkept hair. Rolled back flannel, Dirty hands, Jeans to match- she's posting to LJ. [if you don't know, don't ask] She finds me funny, Thinks cookies are cool, And won't hesitate To ask for a pat on the head. The tapping ends, Turns- Points to the screen, grinning, It's green now, another post, Cookies. And me. [oh god] Who is she? You think- be her speical? Yes, she is. It's Ann. |
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