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 | sorry bout that dudette... | |
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| what are you doing here anyway?? | |
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| like i have to haunt this beach till the end of time...you think with 2 rabbits feet i would have made that bad whipeout... | |
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| oh well..i guess i'll just have to go marry your rich father..live a life of luxury..... | |
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| guess i'll spend the rest of eternity do'n what i wanted to do all along.... | |
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