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Saturday, July 01, 2006
Changes.
I want everyone to let me know by the end of the day if they like the new template or not. If I receive no news or comments, then it is staying this way!
:)
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Anonymous said...
I acutally like it! It's quite nice.
11:38 AM
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I acutally like it! It's quite nice.
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