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___my youtube__... My novel 2004.. My novel 2006.. My novel 2008.. (diaryland) March 26, 2003 - 9:45 p.m. I don't know why, but whenever the ice-cream truck goes slowly past my house, all alone and playing its hopeful chimey music, my heart breaks into a million zillion tiny pieces. Then I cry tears of pain. It could be because I want ice-cream.
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