The no-so triumphant return

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So, I’m finally well enough to type(barely). I feel like I fought a prison gang with just a rusty spoon while they has shanks.

Yet all I have to prove my surgery are four scars and this thing:

http://glittercoveredmokona.tumblr.com/

That is what happens when no adults around. I get WEIRD.

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