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[tear girl]

Matthew Brian Reed

❝Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today❞

For Future Reference
What's in a name? Matthew Brian Reed
Don't have a nickname? I'll give ya one. Matt, Brian, Bri
You'd be surprised to know that I'm Eighteen
I put my mother through hell on November 19th
Do you need glasses because clearly I'm a Testosterone Build
Flirting is a perfected art of mine As straight as the horizon

Don't lie, we both know you were checking me out.
Jeepers Creepers, where'd you get those peepers? Green
Did you do something with your hair? light brown
I'm not short, I'm fun size! 6’1”
God! You're such a fatty! 158 lbs
That tat is so BAMF none
A few holes in your head never hurt none

Getting to Know You, Getting to Know all About You

You know me so well!
✓ Sunsets
✓ Swimming
✓ Guitars
✓ Knives
✓ Music
✓ Jack Russel Terriers
✓ Chicks
✓ Asian Food
What on EARTH were you thinking!?!?
✓ Mexican Food
✓ Alarm clocks
✓ Chocolate
✓ The people who try to act like they know everything about what they're talking about.
✓ Dancing. [any kind]
✓ Rap
✓ Being bored.
✓ People who have to put others down to make themselves 'better'
HOLY @%#&!!! you scared the crap out of me!
✓ Bees/Wasps
✓ Public speaking
✓ Being brought down by someone who takes my secrets and makes them worse.
Betcha can't do this!
✓ I cut my fingers on odd things, like spoons.
✓ I play the piano like a beast :]
I'm more than just a pretty face baby.
Generally, I'm a pretty laid back kind of guy. I've had teachers tell me my entire life that I've got so much potential, and really, I used it at some point, but most of the time, I don't see the need. Why would I have to show someone else that I can do something when I know that I can? I'm definitely not a show off, although maybe I'm taking the meaning a bit too far? Who knows, maybe I am. All I know is that I know what I'm capable of, and if anyone else realizes it or not, is not my problem.

Anywho, other than that, I tend to be a pretty caring guy. I don't interrupt people when they're talking [it's a pet peeve of mine when others do it to me] and I generally just stay in the background, let others have the limelight. Some people say I'm really sarcastic, but I think that's just because I know what life really holds, and I know what 'could' happen in the blink of an eye. I'm not big on risk taking, but I don't like to be bored so sometimes, rarely, I'll do something out of the blue to make sure I'm still alive.

Behind The Scenes

[indent]Dear Diary,

Born into a really, really big family. I've grown to be a little bit of all my siblings. Technically though, I'm an only child. See, mom and dad were both divorced a few times before they met each other, started a business, and had me all in the same year. Dad has a son from a previous marriage, and some daughters that...I've never met. And mom had three sons. Yeah, that's right. It's a huge guy family. Tyler, dad's son is gone and married now, but he's like the super smart genius of a guy working at NASA, you know? Messing with the space time continuum? Josh, mom's first son had leukemia when I was seven, he was only ten years older...and, didn't make it. It's a touchy subject, just letting you know. Shane's the lucky one, he got cancer too, but somehow we got lucky and didn't lose him. Now he's just kicking back on the outskirts of town, living life how he wants. He's hella laid back. Tommy, well... Tommy was Shane's identical twin for what seemed the longest time. They're three years apart but you couldn't tell the difference between the two of them until their senior year of high school. He lost weight, cut his hair and moved on. He's working for Mom and Dad at the accounting firm, bookkeeping like a good boy.

And me? Well I'm just....here. I'm pretty smart, on top of things anyways, though no where near as smart as Tyler. I've got a bit of Shane's laziness, and Tommy's weird habits of being super demanding. But all in all I'm just...I don't know, different. Growing up, I had quite a nice life. I mean, the whole accounting thing brings in so much that I get a lot of what I want...which really, isn't that much. I've never liked to 'show off' or whatever. It's just not who I am. More or less though, I got the piano lessons and the guitar lessons when I asked for them back in sixth grade. It was pretty amazing, and though it bothers the rents when I practice because they can't really handle the whole idea of playing with an amp, I love my guitar. More than that though, I prefer the piano. It can be all sorts of things; happy, sad, upbeat, soothing, jazzy, anything. I like that aspect of it. And it kind of describes my life. Being that I've gone through so many things that most people would probably only ever read about in books...

I don't know though, it's hard to imagine all the things that have happened in my life, with Josh passing away, and Shane getting cancer a year later, and then Grandma died last summer, and I don't know. I mean it's not all glum and gloomy. And I've seen a lot of the world cause of my parents and how they liked to travel. It's just when you look at me, it's hard to see what's beyond the happy smile and musical aura. It's almost like a facade, except I know better than to try it because I'm horrible at hiding things. It's hard to explain I guess, but because of how many times I've been let down in life by things that I couldn't control, I just tend not to ever bring those things up. I have this fear that someone will take my shortcomings and my pains and then make them worse.

Screw you! My music is the shizz!

Sunshine In A Bag - Deltron 3030
Whatever It Takes - Lifehouse
The Tempest - Pendulum
Love Story - Taylor Swift
Give Until There's Nothing Left - Relient K

Voice in my Head

[indent][indent]tear girl

[tear girl]

Abigail Elaine Ross

❝The only difference between a fantasy and a dream is determination.❞

For Future Reference
What's in a name? Abigail Elaine Ross
Don't have a nickname? I'll give ya one. Abi, Gail[she hates it], Laney
You'd be surprised to know that I'm Thirteen
I put my mother through hell on March Ninth
Do you need glasses because clearly I'm a little princess
Flirting is a perfected art of mine cause I'm forever asking, 'boxers or briefs?'

Don't lie, we both know you were checking me out.
Jeepers Creepers, where'd you get those peepers? Blue
Did you do something with your hair? It's brown, it always has been.
I'm not short, I'm fun size! 4'9"
God! You're such a fatty! 95 lbs
That tat is so BAMF None
A few holes in your head never hurt One in each ear.

Getting to Know You, Getting to Know all About You

You know me so well!
+ Dancing, it's my passion.
+ Swing sets, and no I am not too old for them.
+ Teddy bears, yes I still sleep with one, it's from my best friend.
+ Strawberries, we grow them! :]
+ Looking up at the night sky, it calms me best when I'm upset/mad.
+ Momma & Poppa, I miss them...so much.
+ Singing, I'm not that great, but I can carry a tune at least.
+ Running around in the mud, hey, I'm not a complete girly girl.
What on EARTH were you thinking!?!?
- Spiders, Ack!!
- Being thrown off when dancing. It ruins the rhythm of things.
- Being reminded of the car accident that she lost her parents in.
- People who say they don't like or 'hate' their parents.
- Trampolines, she's fallen off one too many times.
- Liars, being lied to.
- Being disrespected, she's not the almighty, but everyone deserves respect.
- People who try to push their opinions down her throat, or people who are not open-minded.
HOLY @%#&!!! you scared the crap out of me!
✓ Big trucker trucks.
✓ Driving, even the thought of it.
✓ Losing her ability to dance.
Betcha can't do this!
>>>Dancing is her life, she's been taking lessons forever.
>>>She's abnormally flexible...
I'm more than just a pretty face baby.
I'm definitely not as fragile as I look, both physically and mentally. I've got a strong set of beliefs and won't change them unless it's obvious that what I think is completely wrong and I 'should' change my ideas. Not many people have successfully convinced me that they're opinions are 'better' than mine, but I am open to anyone who wants to share their thoughts, so long as they're not trying to shove them down my throat. I mean, really? We're different people, I'm not going to agree with you on everything, let along most things.

I've been told that I can be really sweet and caring on minute, and devious and biting the next. And it makes sense. I'm really determined in everything I do, and if you get in my way, things probably won't be very pretty. Generally though, the main thing to keep in mind is that I try to follow the golden rule to the T. It's how I determine what a person's like and how I should treat them. If they won't take the time of day to at least be somewhat cordial, I won't even try to be nice to them. Harsh? Maybe, but that's just the way I am.

Behind The Scenes

[indent]Dear Diary,

The first ten years of my life were filled with absolute wonder and overfilling amounts of love. Poppa worked at an office, the paperwork kind of guy and Momma stayed at home, or well tried to. She was forever driving me to school, and lesson, and stores for clothes. I grew a lot when I was little. But that was because I was always moving. Momma said that even when I was two I was jumping up and down all over the place. And when I was three and a half she signed me up for a day care thing, except that it wasn't really day care, but a day camp thing for dancers. I still can't remember the name of it. But see, that's where I first fell in love with dancing. Everything the teacher did was so fluid, tango, ballroom, ballet, everything was just so...enticing and I promised myself that if I could do anything, I'd dance.

Lessons went on even after I started school, going after school and getting pulled out for recitals and big competitions. It was after one of my many recitals that my entire world seemed to fall apart. Three years ago, in April, just after I'd turned ten, Momma and Poppa both came to watch me. It was rush hour, and they really hadn't needed to come, seeing as how they'd seen my routine for hours and hours on end while I'd asked them to watch me and help me with the little things. Still they made their way there. Or at least tried to. Being the tail end of rush hour, they'd finally gotten past the worst bit of traffic, and while crossing the intersection, one of the big transportation truckers slammed into the passenger seat. I waited for hours after the recital, assuring everyone that my parents would be there to at least pick me up. I hadn't planned on them to come and watch since they'd said they were busy, and they'd seen countless others. It hadn't bothered me too much that they missed it, and besides, they always both the recorded version of it and we'd save it for family get togethers. But I waited, and the longer I waited, the more worried I became. They never forgot me. It wasn't until three hours after the recital that a police officer came to get me. And with the solemn look upon his face, I already knew and began to cry.

Momma and Poppa left it so that I would be taken in by Momma's parents, Granddaddy Joe and Grandma Leanne. And for a very long time, I lost all motivation for anything. I'd had to move to another state, leave my friends and my dance studio and move in with them. Things definitely changed. Sure they were sweet and caring, and gentle with me as I dealt with the sudden death of my parents, but I'd lost all hope. I didn't want to do anything anymore. That is, until about a year later, I passed a flyer posted on a bulletin in the school hallways. A dance group was starting. Anyone was welcome, experienced or not. My grandparents, were trilled that I'd decided to start dancing again. And trust me, I wish my body had been as thrilled. Never the less, I worked intensely and eventually, I plan to get back to where I was before everything. I'm close, but not quite there yet. Once there, I know I'll go after whatever goal I see fit.

With all this practice and exhaustion though, I guess my grandparents had other plans. They want me to take a break, saying that if I push myself too hard, I'll go over the edge and over exhaust myself. Reluctantly, I agreed to this camp, Camp Timberwolf. Hopefully, I'll have some time to be able to keep my muscles loose.

Screw you! My music is the shizz!

Cinderella - Steven Curtis Chapman
Brave - Nichole Nordeman
Last Train Home - Lost Prophets
Fallin' For You - Colbie Caillat
Shattered -O.A.R
Life After You -Daugtery

Voice in my Head

[indent][indent]tear girl

[tear girl]

Matthew Brian Reed

❝Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today❞

Burn away the pride
Bring me to my weakness
'Til everything I hide behind is gone
And when I'm open wide with nothing left to cling to
Only you are there to lead me on.
'Cause honestly, I'm not that strong...

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I'm not alright I'm broken inside, broken inside
I'm broken inside, broken inside.
And all I go through leads me to you
Leads me to you
...That's why I need you.


Cabin Four
Green

[tear girl]

Abigail Elaine Ross
❝The only difference between a fantasy and a dream is determination.❞

She spins and she sways
To whatever song plays
Without a care in the world
And I'm sitting here wearing
The weight of the world on my shoulders

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So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone


Cabin One
Purple

[tear girl]

The rents decided to name me:
Megan Alexandra Reed

But I'd like for you to call me:
Alex, Reed

Normally, this is just how I roll.

But sometimes I guess I can look like this: When I go down, I go down hard.

I've run from the legal system for such a long time.
seventeen years

And I've been breaking the rules ever since:
November 19th

Let me take another look at that.
Dancing.
Gummy bears.
Writing.
Thunderstorms.
Playing the piano.

Get that out of my face man.
Spiders.
Parents/authority figures/being told what to do.
Being put on the spot.
Mexican food.
Cats.

If my life were a movie, this would totally be my theme song.
Whatever It Takes

So what's the deal?
Though not my first run in with the law, I actually had very many legal issues to be honest. I've shoplifted twice before this last incident, both with another person or two. Near the end of the last school year however, I decided I'd steal a brand new car from the Chevrolet car lot three blocks from my house. It was actually very well planned out, or so I though. I went to the dealership earlier in the day, asked if I could take a look around. Picked the car, and sweet talked the salesman. He let me take a test drive, and we talked for awhile. After learning that all the officials did were to lock the key box at the end of the day[or rather at the end of each test drive], I drove back to the lot and bid the man farewell. Later that night, I brought my set of lock picks and went to work on a blue 2008 Chevy Avalanche. It was a simple job. But the notion of video cameras completely bypassed my and I only got about a block away. Those suckers are quick I'll give them that. Any who, Mom and Dad were pissed and said this was the last straw. Word to the wise, don't laugh when adults say that to you. You'll just piss them off. Any who, Mr. Judge Judy[his name was actually Reynolds or something] told me I had two options, go to jail or go to some school. My parents decided for me and here I am. Luckily for me, these guys don't have uniforms. I mean, I wear just about anything, and I dont' look like the rebellious type[or so I've been told], but uniforms? Gross.

You got a problem with me?
I don't really know how to describe myself. I mean, I guess I'm pretty quick on my feet and I keep a level head when I'm in trouble or what not. But I can't say that I'm mean or that I'm super nice. I have manners, but sometimes I choose not to use them. I general treat people the way they treat me. If you assume I'm a certain way, I will prove you wrong. But accuse me of something I didn't do, and I'll go out and do it. If I'm going to get into trouble for something I didn't do, why not actually do it? Whatever, I don't know. My parents are always telling me I'd be such a great person if I just stuck to what I should be doing. Like, school, and hanging with my friends and what not you know? I'm an only child so I guess maybe they feel like they screwed up with me? Who knows? I'm not hardcore or anything. I certainly don't dress to follow some fad. I wear what's comfortable, or just...what I want to wear. I've heard from a lot of people that I'm pretty nice, and I suppose they're right. I just don't like being told I am wrong because of the way I choose to live my life. The shoplifting and the stealing, yeah I can see why that's a bad thing. But something just makes me want to do it. No one got me into it. I haven't 'run with the wrong crowd' or anything. I just...felt the urge I guess. But my probation officer Shelly, she says that of all the people she's come across to have done what I did, I was the most polite about it with the Judge and all the Police officers and what not. I don't know what that means, but I guess that's good?

My business ain't anyone's but my own.
Alright, so I was born to Mary and Allen Reed several years back, and they never had another kid. Growing up we traveled a lot cause Mom and Dad had opened up an accounting firm the year before I was born and truthfully, everyone needs accountants. We were pretty well off, and still are. I had the best of everything, all the newest toys and the latest fashions. But I never really shoved it in anyone else's face. I didn't want to be that kid you know? Any who, when I was 14, right before I started high school, we moved from Nebraska to Colorado. Mom and Dad thought it was time to start a new firm for some reason beyond my understanding. It wasn't that long a drive or anything at all. It's just I couldn't drive and neither could my friends so we just...lost contact. I've made friends here and there, but none of them stuck. And maybe that's what started the stealing.
I can't be sure, but the summer before my sophomore year, one of my 'friends' and I headed to the nearest Wal-mart and took a couple bags of candy. I got off with a week's worth of community service and 'a stern warning' not to do it again. And I complied for awhile. Then during the winter of my Junior year, last December actually, I went into Best Buy and picked up a brand new iPod. I had one at home that worked perfectly fine, so there wasn't really a reason to take it, but I did. Like I said before, I felt the urge to do it. Then last month, after Independence Day, I went for the car. Yeah, pretty stupid I guess, but I had to do it. My parents were furious and cut off my allowance, but I've had enough saved up in the last ten years that I could go buy it now if I wanted to. I still have my phone, and my curfew's still midnight and I still have the Nissan GT-R sitting in the garage. [Again, I don't know why I wanted to take the truck when I had a perfectly good car sitting at home]. I havne't really lost much in all this mess.

I named the voice inside my head.
tear girl

[tear girl]

Megan Alexandra Reedxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
You gotta do the time if you do the crime. Didn't they teach you that before?

I will not be O R D E R E D around like this...

I am+++++++
[ A Juvenile Delinquent ]

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[tear girl]

Alexandra Megan Reed

Alex, Lexi

Too young to be in love.

Seventeen

Another year older.

December 16th

That's my favorite!

• Boy One.
• Writing.
• Sunsets.
• Photography.
• Strawberries.
• Black&White Photography.
• Dressing up.

Ewww keep it away!!

• Heights.
• Spiders.
• Water[being completely submerged].
• Mexican food.
• Cats.
• Thunderstorms.
• People reading her writing without permission.

We're meant to be together.

Couple One

When I was little, I had an imaginary friend.

tear girl

Alexandra Megan Reed

We were going to get married one day...
Don't you know how much that meant to me?

How could you [ B R E A K ] my heart that way?

I can't believe you'd throw that all away...
Even worse, how could you do it with her?

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[tear girl]

XXXXXXXXGenevieve Lauren Maxwell
♀4

I'm only up when you're not down.
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground.
It's like no matter what I do.
Well you drive me crazy half the time;
the other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true.
And I'm only me when I'm with you.

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[tear girl]

XOSσ тнєч иαмє∂ мє Alexander Zane Whitman
XOXвυт cαℓℓ мє; Zane, Whit
XOXOЧσυ киσω мє вєттєя αs; Guy One
XOXOXI’м α Guy cαи'т чσυ тєℓℓ!
XOXOXOI’м Eighteen чєαrs σℓ∂



XOXO]I’м α ℓιттℓє ℓιкє тнιs:
XO→ Hyper
XOX→ Lazy
XOXO→ Bright

XXYσυ‘ℓℓ ɢєт α кιss ιғ ɢιvє мє
XX-♥- Shoes & Shoelaces
XXX-♥- Photography
XXXX-♥- Reading

Yσυ‘ℓℓ ɢєт α sмαcк ιғ ɢιvє мє

XO× Knives
XOX× Math
XOXO× Public Speaking

ɭзʈ’ʂ ɭσσӄ ɓαcӄ
Short Biography 1-2 paragraphs

cαℓℓ α ∂σcтσя I’м нєαяιиɢ tear girl ιи мч нєα∂!

[tear girl]

Ząɳє
Boy One
Well, I don't think she can see my crush on her.
But I sure can feel her crush on me.

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[tear girl]

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They'll have to shoot me first to take my gun.

⇒THE.UP&COMING.STAR

xxxxxxxxxxVeronica Alice Clemensxxxxxxxxxx
Nica[knee-kah], V, Clemens

Up & Coming Star
Age: 17
Gender: Female
•Silly
•Determined
•Adventurous
Gun Brand: Anschutz
Gun Model: 8008

Born into a family where feminism was demanded of the females, I never touched a gun in my life. The summer before freshman year in high school however, Mom and Dad moved us[me and Brian my little brother] to a new town, in a new state, to live a brand spanking new life. Anchorage, Alaska became our new home where things changed. We lived liked normal people, and not hardcore old-fashioned people. Going out to party, hanging out with the friends I soon made, the experiences were somewhat new. The best part of all however was Riflery.

Joining the school team in ninth grade, I blew the team out of the water at the first match, outshooting the entire team, and all but one shooter on the opposing team. The talent got me trashcanned for fun, and though it was an amazing start, it was also a lucky one. Gradually over the years, I've loosened up from the whole uptight, restricted lifestyle and grew to be outgoing and happy-go-lucky through practices and matches with the team. This year, as a junior, I hopes to set new personal bests. Sitting at averages of 575, I'm dying for at least a 580 before this match that will determine where I shall be standing in the next several months.

tear girl

Veronica Alice Clemens
The Up And Coming Star

I fall up and down the stairs and I cut myself on spoons

But hand me a [G U N] and I swear I won't kill myself.

Actually, I'll just blow you out of the water with my skills.

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[tear girl]

xxxxxxxxxxJustin Connor Reynolds xxxxxxxxxx
Justin

The Perverted Marksman
Age: 16
Gender: Male
• Loud
• Perverted
• Messy
Gun Brand: Steyr
Gun Model: LG110

So...I've been around guns for ages. My dad started taking me on hunting trips since I was like, four. I carried around a .22 and all the ammo until I was eight and my dad let me try his shotgun. That was....interesting. But I've loved guns since I was little. I got started with the precision shooting in seventh grade at a club in Alabama, since that's where we lived. But my dad's business makes him move a lot, so last year we made it all the way to Alaska. Lucky huh? I mean, they love gun people. Too bad it's frozen here all the time.

Anywho, I'm a junior this year and I'm after being on the school team[since they've actually got one] I'm pretty set. I love shooting. Almost as much as I love making perverted jokes and the like. Yeah....I've an older brother by four years. And he got me stuck on the whole 'your mom' stuff as well as the sexual innuendos. Sorry if it bugs you, but that's just who I am. Oh, and one more thing, I hope this club is worth it I mean, Alaska's got a pretty good system, I mean, UAF's got the top shooters in the counter, but yeah, I guess we'll see.

tear girl

Justin Connor Reynolds
The Perverted Marksman

I can taste the gold but I don't know...
How real can it be if I'm really this far away...
Will I get there? Will I make it?
Or will you stand in my way?

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[tear girl]

Michael Tyler Rogers


Basics
They Call Me: Michael Tyler Rogers
The Date My Momma Screamed: November Nineteenth
But You Can Call Me: Ty
I Have This Many Candles: 17
In My Pant's I Am: Male
They Make Me Hot: Straight



Physical Features
Look Under My Hat: Brown
Behind the Glasses: Grey
Inches on Me: 5'9"

Who I am Behind the looks

A little bit about me:
Born a b*****d child, Michael was named after the 'father' who ditched his mother and him the day after he was born. This was after his mother Nicole had named him after the douche. So, the guy who's stepped in was Michael's mother's best friend, Tyler. The two got married on Tyler's first birthday, and officially named him Michael Tyler Altman, taking not Tyler's last name, but Nicole's maiden name. It confused teachers left and right when Michael was growing up, but he didn't care. In fact, after he learned about his name, he demanded that everyone call him Ty and eventually, he even registered for school as Tyler Altman dropping his legal first name altogether.

To explain his obsessive talent of writing, Ty would have to reach back to his kindergarten class. When it was time to color, he hadn't enjoyed the lines that formed the figures to color within, but the lines and shapes that formed the instructions for the coloring sheets, as well as the titles of each of the pictures. As he grew up in elementary school, he was introduced to the art of reading, and forming syntax and expanding upon his vocabulary. Words and their uses became second nature to Ty and his talent grew every year. He's never without a notebook or some kind, new or old. And always has a pencil to write with.

Woah, I Love:
Writing.
Reading.
Sunrises, sunsets.
Anything that lets him write.

I'll Barf, I Swear:
Chocolate.
Pens [he can't change what he wants to without making a mess].
People who don't spell things right [within reason of course].
People reading his writing without permission.

Don't Tell:
-None of his friends, and at this point, none of his teachers know about his birth, or the fact that his real name is Michael.
-He likes the Musician a lot, but finds himself falling for the Genius too.

They Pull My Strings: tear girl





















Michael [TYLER] Altman
I write for the same reason you breath.
If I stopped, I would die.

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[tear girl]

Ryan Travis Wilkins
The Wrong Kind of Guy


We're w o r l d s apart.
It's like pairing Daffy Duck with Minnie Mouse.
That's completely && utterly wrong.

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We're w o r l d s apart.
It's like pairing Daffy Duck with Minnie Mouse.
That's completely && utterly wrong.