Dear Lizziebeff,
I'm not sure, and I don't think I want to know.
Love,
Becks
I'm not sure, and I don't think I want to know.
Love,
Becks
but I'm too sick. Go away sickness. Leave my ears alone. Leave my throat alone. Leave my head alone (I have a dull headache like someone has stuffed my head with lots and lots of cotton and then they're beating a plastic hammer against the cotton). I wanted to see Ted Neely in "Jesus Christ Superstar" at the Warner Theater this weekend, but I suppose now I can't! Now I'm really gonna 

Eight chapters of you in a week. *dies* Why are you not music theory? I would like you far more if you were music theory.
*shakes fist!*
*offers*

I'm sorry.


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