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About Me
mischief
Nothing to see here.
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Monday, September 15, 2014
1998
Luke
You were such a part of our lives and our music. You gave us your classroom everyday at lunch to perform to real audiences. How are you so cool?
7:21pm
Luke
You were one of us. We all wanted to ask you to the dance, but then realized that dances are for squares, and that we didn't know how to ask out girls.
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