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  <title>Peter Pan</title>
  <subtitle>Second to the right.</subtitle>
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    <title>crayon_peter @ 2006-04-18T19:08:00</title>
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    <content type="html">My name is Peter Wentz. I prefer Peter Pan or just Pete. I'm not really sure about much in my life other than I want to grow up and I want to get out of school. The only real reason I love school is for the friends, the time to hang out at lunch and the sports after school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passion is writing. But don't tell the guys on the soccer team. They'd call me a pansy if they knew. It's bad enough they make fun of my pants. So what if I can't find guy jeans small enough to fit just right? Big deal, girls pants feel better anyway. They're jeans, it shouldn't matter. Just because I look like I rolled out of bed and put on their girlfriend's clothes instead of my own doesn't mean I'm any different. Well, expect for the fact that if their parents walked in and saw my clothes with their son's clothes, they'd think he'd slept with his girlfriend instead of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie. I'm gay. Still a little shaky about boyfriends but I don't mind it. You never know, boys can surprise you after all. It's just how boys are nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you boys on the soccer field. Meet me behind the bleachers.</content>
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