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By renren022

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Flash here, Flash there, Flash everywhere. What? What’s that flash? Perhaps a clash, a clash of memories? Tragic? Or happy? Could be sappy? Scary? No Why? There mine. Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 04:28 PM PST   0 • 10

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