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Second day of high school, was okay. I got hit on every other class. Walking home, two old guys were looking at me and one called me "Shakira." Micheal, that kid from Sargent St., I saw at the park and he grabbed me. He freaked me the fuck out. No, I couldnt have that. LMAO. Jeremy looked me straight in the face one time, and like.. RAN. It was
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Maybe because I edited the post? *shrugs*
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