I like coca-cola sweets. i dislike certain things.
i know im informative. i know i rock. i know im super. no need to tell me in ego cos its all true. like why oh why does miselle have a pencilbox *quizzical look*. i know im making no sense.
darn you, christiane. You know what christiane did to me?
wait for it...
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Im goanna tell you soon...
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almost there
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may i help you? what are you waiting for?
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oh yes.
what christiane did to me.
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SHE POKED ME. how could she?!? but the worst part is i was so shocked that i screamed in the middle of sunday school. then i fell to pieces giggling like im mad. that sucks. so guess what i did?
I POKED HER BACK. but she didnt scream.
anyways bye.
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