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  <title>And I Used to Think That I Could Just Sit And Wait For the Times</title>
  <subtitle>But I Know I Gotta Meet Them Halfway</subtitle>
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    <name>L.A. Woman</name>
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    <title>Soo...</title>
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    <content type="html">You might be wondering why I am home from school well here's the story. I was in school earlier and I got my monthly visitor and felt very very sick. The asshole teacher in the auditorium wouldn't let me go to the bathroom when I felt like I was going to pass out or vomit. Then I decided to go to the nurse... which felt like the longest walk of my life. I got there and started vomiting... and it was disgusting. Sooooo glad I'm home now. I feel a lot better. I'm really cold though. My mom made an appointment for me to see the gynecologist... my appointment isn't 'til January. Oh well... I have work tonight and I'm glad I feel a littl better cause I really can't afford to call out. It's kinda funny... every time I really want to go home (and kinda hope I throw up just so I can) she won't send me. And then all I wanted was an Aleve or something and I start throwing up. It was really bad cause I didn't eat anything soo it was all weird. I seriously looked like a ghost... &lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Ashley</content>
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