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  <updated>2008-07-30T19:27:55Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brendonryan336:2612</id>
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    <title>&amp;gt;:@ &amp;gt;:@ &amp;gt;@: RAWR FUCKITY RAWR!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2008-07-30T19:27:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-30T19:27:55Z</updated>
    <category term="angry!"/>
    <lj:music>the fucking tv!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">dude omg im so anry rightnow!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking fuckers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god why do people always play me like a fucking game!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my life right now!</content>
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    <title>The Anthem to my life right now!!!!</title>
    <published>2008-07-13T21:59:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-13T21:59:37Z</updated>
    <category term="ryface!"/>
    <lj:music>7 things- miley cyrus</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;"7 Things" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't say this &lt;br /&gt;But at times I get so scared &lt;br /&gt;When I think about the previous &lt;br /&gt;Relationship we've shared &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome but we lost it &lt;br /&gt;It's not possible for me not to care &lt;br /&gt;Now we're standing in the rain &lt;br /&gt;But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear, my dear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you (oh you) &lt;br /&gt;You're vein, your games, you're insecure &lt;br /&gt;You love me, you like her &lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry &lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side to buy &lt;br /&gt;Your friends they're jerks &lt;br /&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know &lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do &lt;br /&gt;You make me love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awkward and it's silent &lt;br /&gt;As I wait for you to say &lt;br /&gt;What I need to hear now &lt;br /&gt;Your sincere apology &lt;br /&gt;And when you mean it, I'll believe it &lt;br /&gt;If you text it, I'll delete it &lt;br /&gt;Let's be clear &lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm not coming back &lt;br /&gt;You're taking 7 steps here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you &lt;br /&gt;You're vein, your games, you're insecure &lt;br /&gt;You love me, you like her &lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry &lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side to buy &lt;br /&gt;Your friends they're jerks &lt;br /&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know &lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do &lt;br /&gt;You make me love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And compared to all the great things &lt;br /&gt;That would take too long to write &lt;br /&gt;I probably should mention &lt;br /&gt;The 7 that I like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I like about you &lt;br /&gt;Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's &lt;br /&gt;And when we kiss, I'm hypnotized &lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry &lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's both I'll have to buy &lt;br /&gt;Your hand in mine &lt;br /&gt;When we're intertwined everything's alright &lt;br /&gt;I want to be &lt;br /&gt;With the one I know &lt;br /&gt;And the 7 things I like the most that you do &lt;br /&gt;You make me love you &lt;br /&gt;You do (oh)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow okay so i hate my life i was her to call me&amp;nbsp;baby i want her to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&amp;nbsp;bad she never will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>ryface:(</title>
    <published>2008-07-02T09:06:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-02T09:06:40Z</updated>
    <category term="im so fucking sad"/>
    <lj:music>you and me- lifehouse</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yet fucking again i am in massive love with someone who doesnt love me babk and never fucking will!&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why i cant be happy like ever it never works in my favor and i dont think it ever will &lt;br /&gt;holy shit im so pathetic!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god why cant you love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck i know why i just dont know why no one wants to love back!!!!!</content>
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    <title>brendonryan336 @ 2008-06-12T18:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-13T01:53:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-13T01:53:34Z</updated>
    <category term="boys!!!!!!!!!!!!!"/>
    <lj:music>my t.v.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">okey day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like in love with this guy and nothing ever happened between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got over him and it was all good!! but today i was talking to him and ALL the old feelings started to come back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want to not talk to him because he's a really nice and cool guy but when i talk to him i start likeing him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god this shit sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help????</content>
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    <title>VALENTINES DAY!</title>
    <published>2008-02-13T05:25:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-13T05:25:02Z</updated>
    <category term="im kinda sad"/>
    <lj:music>Sleep- My Chemical Romance!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;So First off, to all those people out there who dont have someone to be with on Valentines Day, Dont worry,(i dont either) but make the day fun dont be all sad and whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but idk if anyone has ever been in a sitchuation where it doesnt work out with anyone your with....i have been in this state fir like ever! and i dont particularly like it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this guy, Named Zach who is sexier than sex, and he is really nice and i really like him but we arent like really close friends or anything and so i cant just tell hiim, ya know? but idk He is like i dont even know, but he has a gf and he's a jr. and i dont think he wuld ever like me...it sucks cock!! ROYALLY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is this ther guy named NIck who i have liked for a long time and he finally asked me out then 3 weeks later he told me he wasnt completely over his ex of 2 years whichi can understand, but it hurt coz i really really like/liked? him and i dont think he will like me anymore. but idk somethings he does just drive me mad and i just wanna- nevermind-jk but idk again it suck cock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just thought of this its not good or anything btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can make my heart speed up but slow down at the SAME time,&lt;br /&gt;he can make me smile and he can make me cry,he hasnt done anything he just is there existing,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;breaking my heart wih every stephe takes&amp;nbsp;away from me.&lt;br /&gt;he does care, hell he doesnt know..&lt;br /&gt;I must rely on my dreams and the little time i have left with him!&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell him, the words that break my heart&amp;nbsp;in two&lt;br /&gt;"i love you"&lt;br /&gt;I dont really i dont know what loveis, not yet at least i have to find a way to tell him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding that will never happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there you go i have told you the thing that kills me the most..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as Said By My favorite teacher of all time!!!!!!! Dan Johnson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day is a silly holiday, if you love someone you houldnt pick one day out od 365 to show it.You shoud show it every day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dont be down spend it with the ones clostest to you!!!</content>
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    <title>he wont love me</title>
    <published>2007-12-07T03:39:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-07T03:39:54Z</updated>
    <category term="my love?"/>
    <lj:music>im watching Grey's anatomy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Have you ever wanted someone so bad but counldn't have it?&lt;br /&gt;Did you want it so bad that hurt when you knew you couldn't have him?&lt;br /&gt;You want to tell&amp;nbsp;him but&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;just can't.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold him hand and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;I want him to love me, why can't i tell him?&lt;br /&gt;Why&amp;nbsp; doesn't he know?&lt;br /&gt;Whay can't he get it?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i tell himWhy?&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to love him, I won't&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want her to know, that's why,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to hurt anymore&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So the preivous entry was about somthing veryveryvery personal, and this one is even more&amp;nbsp;personal. this guy is -wow just wow and he&amp;nbsp;has a girlfriend and they are in love i know its the same just replaced the she's with hes but it means alot ot me and he means so much it is unexplainable i dont know but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The first face you wanta see, the first voice you wanta hear, the first person you want&amp;nbsp;to feel,&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="3"&gt;hold to love, buti can never feel him i can never hold him he is in love. with someone else. he doesn't want me, he will never want me i will always want him i dont want to love him i dont want&amp;nbsp;him, but i can not leve him i love him i have to love him he is, is&amp;nbsp;just amazing he is allways there and he wont love me.&lt;br /&gt;WHY WON'T&amp;nbsp;HE LOVE ME???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Do I want you???</title>
    <published>2007-11-29T03:57:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-29T03:57:58Z</updated>
    <category term="ummmm idk my bff katerebeksar"/>
    <lj:music>HEaven Help Us -My Chemical Romance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Have you ever wanted someone so bad but counldn't have it?&lt;br /&gt;Did you want it so bad that hurt when you knew you couldn't have her?&lt;br /&gt;You want to tell her but&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;just can't.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold her hand and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;I want her to love me, why can't i tell her?&lt;br /&gt;Why&amp;nbsp; doesn't she know?&lt;br /&gt;Whay can't she get it?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i tell her Why?&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to love her, I won't&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want her to know, that's why,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to hurt anymore&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isnt necessariy in my voice i was just bored and i wrote it,I dont know but yeah... &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>brendonryan336 @ 2007-10-30T16:50:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-30T23:52:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-30T23:52:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;When all you feel is hurt and pain and rage what the hell are you supposed to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;When &lt;span style="COLOR: red"&gt;NO ONE &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;will listen, you can’t tell anyone you don’t want you burden them with your shit. What do you do when you so mad but &lt;span style="COLOR: red"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt; will fucking listen. What the&lt;/font&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: red"&gt;FUCK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;am I supposed to fucking do. I hate it when you can’t tell any one. You’re expected to always be happy and cheerful, and when you not people won’t leave you the fuck alone. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I don’t know why I get so mad but people don’t listen.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>brendonryan336 @ 2007-07-26T02:56:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-26T09:58:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-26T09:58:05Z</updated>
    <category term="panic! at the disco"/>
    <category term="ryan/brendon"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Untiled (for now) &lt;br /&gt;Ryan walks into school and goes to the normal place where he meets Brendon every morning, but he’s not there yet. Ryan figured that his bus was late or something, so he put his earphones in and turned his i-Pod on. About twenty minutes later the bell rang and students hurried to their classes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Hey, Jon? Have you seen Brendon?” Ryan asked in a worried tone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“No, I haven’t seen him since Friday,” Jon replied&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“When was the last time you saw him?” Jon asked&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“I saw him last night. He stayed at my house ‘til about four or so.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Jon gave Ryan one of those “Ryan-what–have-I-told-you–about-having-sex-with-your-boyfriends-and-then-taking-them-home-at-all-hours-of-the-night looks. Ryan simply looks at Jon innocently.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Hey, he’s my boyfriend! I have the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;right &lt;/i&gt;to fuck him whenever I please,” He replied a little smugly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Whatever you say, Jon. C’mon, let’s get to class before we get detention.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They get to class and begin their daily routine. Usually Ryan has a great attention but today he can’t stop worrying about Brendon.&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Hey, Spencer, have heard from Brendon lately?” Ryan asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“No, I haven’t talked to him in a while. Wasn’t he with you last night?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Yeah, but he didn’t show up this morning.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“I’m really worried about him, Spencer,” Ryan said. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Well then, at lunch go and check on him,” Spencer suggested. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“OK, thanks.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It seemed to take forever for lunch to come. As soon as it did, Ryan rushed out of the classroom and ran to his car. Surprisingly, Ryan didn’t get a speeding ticket for driving so fast, but he got there. Ryan knew the way to get into Brendon’s room through the window from their late night parties. He climbed in and his eyes widened. He began crying right when he saw Brendon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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