Win my item! updt: 2/14th '13 (Mini Conts!) Always read pg1

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OH MY JEBUS  

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How long can these be? Because if they can be a little long i'm gonna do a poem or story or something in one and make it a little more interesting and not as difficult....but since you're probably not going to reply at least I got to blab about this for a while 4laugh at least it was fun for a bit...you know the blabbing....i took up a few lines with it though....it's easier then having to wait and then them say it was too soon and you need to wait and try again....especially since im on 4 different tabs and trying to get eggs....i collected all of the bunnies though ^-^  

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ugh that only took up like three or four lines!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wish I had a long signature like other people do  

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I NEED EGGS!!!!!!!  

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UGHHHHH everyone keeps closing there threads!!!!!
Please don't close your's becasue this is like the 50th one i've tried and i think i'm going to cry if you closed it right when i'm trying soooooo hard crying  

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It makes me frustrated evil  

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i love it when you get to the funny part of the movie 4laugh  

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cry  

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random face time!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

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how dare it tell me i posted too soon stressed  

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rolleyes  

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bumpity  

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'  

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my computer is soooooooooooo slow!!!!!  

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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.