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Alas! they had been friends in youth:
But whispering tongues can poison truth;
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny; and youth is vain;
And to be wroth with one we love,
Doth work like madness in the brain.
(Christabel, Samuel Taylor Coleridge.)
Caitlin is an eighteen year old crazypie whose hobbies include revolutionizing fascist nun-driven school systems and writing about gay adventures on the high seas. Her real journal is at exuberance and you can add her if you want; just keep in mind that she really is ridiculous.
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