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Apr 2015
I hate the bad day because it gives me bad luck I hate bad luck I love good luck and this is my story when I was in place and a kid was playing around and a guy came and he had the job the kid stop and the guy said "hay stop running around" he said the kid blam on me I said"stop lieing kid" I said the guy got mad at me and that's my story I hop you like it gooood bye.
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Ms Levinson  Texas
(Texas)   
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