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It's your sunday best that no one ever sees again. When its written down in stone, well no ones questioning it then. But when you stand confronted with the parents, brother, friends, how can you say: I never really liked him anyway.

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riq-schwartz

American

Published: Mar 2, 2012
LinesWords: 842

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