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| Here's a kind of funny article with Hilarie Burton mentioned in it from Star News Online:
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I hit on Hilarie Burton
By Jarvis Slacks,
Thursday Night: I was late to the Grey Gardens Spring Fashion Show and fund-raiser. The fashion show, which is held at Odessa, is a yearly "must-do," and I felt bad for missing it. I overextended myself, promising 50 things but only delivering on half.
I did manage to sneak my way in later, after all the fashion was gone and the show was over. There were still tons of people at Odessa, many and multiple people garbed in ties and dresses and talking about, I'm sure, interesting subject matter.
Then I fell in love.
There was this girl talking to some friends of mine. Why would someone like her be talking to friends like mine? My friends don't speak in complete sentences. Most times, when my friends talk, I end up text messaging someone more important. Who was this girl? It was sunshine beaming through storm clouds. A slight moment of hope.
"What are you about?" she asked me.
"I'm no big deal. What do you do?"
"I act," she said.
"Do you like 30 Rock?" It's the only television show I watch. That and Man vs. Wild.
"It's my favorite!" she said. "Tracy Jordan is my celebrity crush!"
We talked about television and Tina Fey and other cultural hot points. I suddenly had an epiphany. Like global warming, this whole dating thing could be possible. The girl walked off to get another drink, and I leaned over to one of my homeboys.
"What's that girl's name?" I asked.
"That's Hilarie Burton, you moron."
"She famous?"
"She's on One Tree Hill!" he screamed in my face.
"Is that a TV show?"
| You can find the rest here: I hit on Hilarie Burton | StarNewsOnline.com | Star-News | Wilmington, NC
I actually heard this story a few days ago  The person who wrote it is my friends teacher and she was telling me his story on Monday. __________________ You’re like a splinter, just killing me slowly from inside
The piercing winter is so much more inviting than the stare in your eyes
One heavy cinderblock, like a rock you’re just staying, weighing, breaking me down
I’m crying out, you don’t hear me, you don’t hear a sound
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