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Dec 2015
ℭ𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔀 π”ͺ𝔢 π”₯π”žπ”«π”‘π”° 𝔬𝔫 𝔰π”₯𝔒𝔩𝔩𝔰
𝔄𝔫𝔑 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 π”°π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔱𝔬 π”­π”’π”žπ”―π”©π”°
𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔢𝔬𝔲

ℑ𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔒𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔀 π”Ÿπ”žπ”―π”’
ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 π”ž 𝔀𝔒𝔩𝔦𝔑, π”Ÿπ”―π”¦π”«π”Ά 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔒𝔯
π”šπ”¦π”±π”₯ π”žπ”« π”¬π”Άπ”°π”±π”’π”―π”Ÿπ”’π”‘ 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔯
The History: You said your Uncle owned an island in the Halifax, so we went camping. You stood outside the canoe in your shoes and pushed me the entire way there, I thought you were my Atlas, but alas, you tipped the canoe.
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jΗ«rΓ°  23/F/United States
(23/F/United States)   
       Leo, Carlo C Gomez, Elaine, Fawn, --- and 3 others
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