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I'm down to seven fake nails. One came off and nearly took half my nail with it, so it's split across the middle and just recently stopped hurting like hell. The other two came off painlessly but look ugly now. Acrylic nails are the devil.

Friday night I was bored enough to mess with my magnetic poetry again. My favorite fridge phrase (eee, alliteration!) is "I love produce. Do not ask why." (they didn't have 'banana' anywhere in my set)

Second place? "Rip one petal after another. This rose is bare. Yet under the void I will still shine, like a rough diamond."

Yeah.

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