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Aug 2013
I never liked jazz until I met you.
My first real girlfriends name was Maria, she was my first kiss.
When I met you, I had you confused with your sister until you came over... you wore red.
My timeline for memories are no good. I don't remember when certain things happened. A year ago can be 5 or vice versa. I'm not sure I want to make memories with someone else.
text message..
chadrick s winkle
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chadrick s winkle  Archdale N.C.
(Archdale N.C.)   
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