(Wednesday, June 14, 2006-)
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There was something about her bed - the way it filled the room, the immaculate whiteness, the softness of the sheets, the thickness of the comforter, the tightness of the tucked-in bedding - it was intoxicating. Like every other girl's.

I've always loved girls' bedrooms; they're soft and sweet smelling. Like heaven must be.

I need to get to bed. My bed. To sleep. Alone.

-kwan.
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