345.
Staring into the square black eye of the studio camera, he spoke to hundreds of invisible people.
Writing into the square black box of the blog, she replied only to him.
posted by Bayntonr at 20:16
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
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Sad, but maybe someone else will notice.
Maybe I should find some more friends...
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