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Trisha G.: When cousins are two of a kind.
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Trisha G.: He only wanted to sleep in the basement that night.
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Trisha G.: Exactly.
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Trisha G.: Because I can be moody and enigmatic.
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Trisha G.: We're still in our Honeymoon Phase.
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Trisha G.: Gasp.
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Trisha G.: 152
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Trisha G.: if you had one shot, or one opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted--in one moment, would you capture it, or just let it slip?
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Trisha G.: 4631 Let the sunshine in.
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Trisha G.: T2.
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Trisha G.: I have the giantest forehead.
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Trisha G.: All is nothing, therefore nothing must end.
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Trisha G.: I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock.
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Trisha G.: Annubber houuuse.
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Trisha G.: 27. One man's abandoned bascart is another woman's 365.
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Trisha G.:
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Trisha G.: Body.And.Soul.
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Trisha G.: Easily distracted in the Damn Hell public library bathroom.
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Trisha G.: Love. On Day 25. And every day.
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Trisha G.: Waltz me once again.
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Trisha G.: I am going to wait here, half-naked and grainy and in b+w until someone asks me out on a date.
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Trisha G.: FUTAB! Now with Rusty Goodness.
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Trisha G.: How we roll. Day 19.
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Trisha G.: Elevatoring.
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Trisha G.: Hi.
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Trisha G.: Really board today.
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Trisha G.: Damn Hell Fort Hamilton Memorial Hospital Bathroom.
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Trisha G.: Baked Lays! Diet Cherry Cola! Blech.
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Trisha G.: You don't know the greatness you are.
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Trisha G.: Waiting room.