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« Start Again | Main | A Leftist's Opinion of MoveOn » 3/27/2007We floated underwater. Oliver - she had been the only one who had reached out to me in friendship. Gazing at Oliver's smiling corpse, i decided that enduring the old woman's petty punishments were nothing if it meant having these three minutes of solitude. By min | March 28, 2007, 12:49 PM | My Dreams CommentsDo what now? |