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Sunday, January 18, 2009

Sometimes it doesn't even look like you...


There was a party last night. The kind where I got to go back in time.
I got to dance and sing and wear my old clothes and remember myself...




Posted by Megan Chapman at 11:43 AM

1 comment:

Heaton said...

10.15 Saturday Night?
& pictures of you..
did you save the last dance for me?

January 19, 2009 at 12:36 AM

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