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By vague hit

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Natasha is my friend my talky friendly friend my very very special friend i like my friend she is my friend and for my friend i will bend and i will never comprehend why forever she cannot be my special friend she is my friend and even if i start a trend that involves ducks and virgin hens id never forget that in the end my wierdness all comes from my friend ahh my friend she is my friend and she no longer needs to shave her legs Written October 17th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 02:18 AM PST   18 • 0 • 14

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