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Jan 2015
yeah, she laughs [that's what got her *<big>,, that laugh that breaks ricochetting h e a rts and puts three--month--old(s) to shame}
but her heel broke at four am on her way out your back door and her mascara hates rainy days (::and, oh, it was rainy.;;
miriona tāra pēpi : million dollar baby in maorian form.
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