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Posted on the 14th of October 14th, 2018
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When I was just a little girl I asked my mother What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? Here's what she said to me:
Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera. ( What will be, will be. )
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Posted on the 21st of February 21st, 2009
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PIE!
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Posted on the 19th of February 19th, 2009
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Private to Self
I think Aquila has forgotten my birthday.
And so, I am twenty-one today.
I think Aquila has forgotten my birthday. Oh, well. Louis didn't know what day it was either. Although he is very young, and one mustn't expect a child to remember a birthdate that is not his own.
Mother is focused on the party for Saturday. She did give me a kiss and wished me many happy returns, but it does seem that things will be quiet today, for me. Perhaps I will go and see Prior and Persephone.
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