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josnamz

[Feb 08, 2010 at 06:18 AM]

are murmuring that it seems a peculiar preoccupation of (mostly male) research scientists to want to find something that many rational people are certain isn't there. South Americans have El Dorado. The French have their G-spot. We have the Loch Ness monster. Each to his (or her) own.

josnamz

[Feb 10, 2010 at 03:02 AM]

me the poison. I have the records of all notes taken while in foster cacoat hangersre and hospital information surounding this whole incident! SO I can prove this better than anyone can! I didn't gather the information until I was around 29

fkwgsj

[Feb 25, 2010 at 11:10 AM]

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[Feb 26, 2010 at 06:35 AM]

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[Feb 26, 2010 at 08:06 AM]

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[Feb 27, 2010 at 08:50 AM]

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[Feb 27, 2010 at 11:31 AM]

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[Mar 01, 2010 at 06:14 AM]

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[Mar 01, 2010 at 09:05 AM]

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[Mar 02, 2010 at 02:40 PM]

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dkdhne

[Mar 03, 2010 at 01:32 PM]

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[Mar 05, 2010 at 12:54 PM]

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[Mar 05, 2010 at 04:12 PM]

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