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LINGON
BERRY
AVAL
ANCHE
This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.
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title: Oh, so you've got a bellybutton piercing as well?
Wednesday, 20 August 2008 AT 11:50 am


I reckon I'd actually like the Lithuanian basketball team. If they hadn't trampled all over China's in the semi-finals. Damn you, Team Lithuania, go back to your tiny speck of an island where you actually belong.


The First-Letter-Of-Your-Name Quiz

Your Name: Catharina.
Famous Artist/Band/Musician: Coldplay.
A song: Cupid’s Chokehold.
4 letter word: Crap.
Color: Cyan.
Animal: Cat.
TV Show: CSI.
Country: Canada.
Boy Name: Calvin.
Girl Name: Cassandra.
Occupation: Chauffeur.
Celebrity: Christina Ricci.
Reason for being late: Car broke down.


Say, if people from Poland are called Poles, then why aren't people from Holland called Holes?

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