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| gny by ngy 05052013 |
Four years on the planet. Not so long since you were just a couple of cells. And now the dictator of your world. An agent. Go forth and find your own fashion, put it together like a chemist. And you bring the cool, cub. Sometimes, it’s like having a belligerent drunk actor roommate. But the sweetness brings it around. I love you more than the moon and the stars. You’re awesome, kid.
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