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I don't know anyone who posts more than me.
>.>
I don't know anyone who posts more meaninglessly either.
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I've been sitting here staring at this for fifteen minutes.
Why do want to post in the first place? (because I'm eating ice cream)
What does that have to do with anything? (Ice cream has something to do with everything.)
What? (Nothing.)
I think I should register myself for Glassbridge now >.>

Anyway I forgot the quote thingy for awhile.

When Meggie turned around again she saw Dustfinger still leaning against the table. He was watching her, but he wasn't smiling. Forgive me, his eyes seemed to say. I had to do it. I can explain everything! But Meggie didn't want to know, and she certainly wasn't about to forgive him. "I hope you drop dead!" she screamed as Basta hauled her out of the room. "I hope you burn to death! I hope you suffocate in your own smoke!" - Inkheart