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Jul 2014
She was more the spontaneous kind of girl. The kind of friend who taps at your 1st floor bedroom window at 4am, gets you to ninja climb down a tree, sprint halfway across town and then up a small hill just to prove to you the sunrise was really tangerine orange in colour. She was just that kind of girl. The kind you wouldn’t mind waking up at 4am for.
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