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September 6, 2007

Michele: I Left My Heart On Your Nightstand

I woke up with a familiar feeling. Bad familiar. I was groggy, depressed and I didn't give a shit about much. It'd been a while since I felt like that. What happened last night to make me feel...

Shit.

My heart.

Where did I go last night? Some bar. Some chick. Her place....

Shit.

I dragged myself out of bed and went to her apartment. She answered the door, looking less attractive than she did when I was drunk.

"I think I might have left something...."

"Traded it in for some meth. Sorry, Tinman."

Shit. The wizard's gonna be pissed.

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