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February 15, 2003-4:44 p.m.
I'm down with being a Spaniard and all but why am I holding a wrench? Not that I am uncomfortable holding a wrench being the handy-girl I am,but what's that got to do with Spain? **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
