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My mom still makes my Dr. appointments.
Good, now that's out of the way check out some cool stuff.
In the third grade my teacher brought in candy and said we could only have one per person.
I grabbed two, one kid got none. I can no longer live with the shame.
My ability to survive a zombie apocalypse is continoulesley on my mind. My set of skills involve movie watching and believing I'm good at karaoke.
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