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Jul 2011
My god, he's gorgeous.
His smile puts the stars in the sky.
But I suffer from girlnextdooritis.
I'll always be his best friend.
Just his best friend.
Because God knows I can't compete with his blonde, leggy girlfriend.
Annabel
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