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Saturday, February 09, 2008
Why do you think i had to act so independent?
I get mad too quickly, and i hog the covers.
My hair has its own zip code.
Plus, i get certifiably crazy when i've got PMS.
You don't love someone because they're perfect.
You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.
-mysister'skeeper.jodipicoult