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When I met him, he had beautiful girl hair and a guitar. He still does though.
He is like twelve hundred fish, but they are rainbow trout. But he smells nicer.
At the end of the fall I think he will move to New York to be with Steve.
I can’t for the life of me figure out why he hangs out with me but I am glad he does.
And today is his birthday day.
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