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Closest Friend
...and the goats mooed three times galloping through fields of ginger and bread pudding with a dash of paper bag covering the eyes of the giant yet fertile toilet of swash-buckling knees and tomato you say in that grey tone of credence and jest, prancing around the green hills of sweaty beetroots and quick, take a sip of the synapses firing wildly into madness, the closest friend I have. I'm auctioning off my hair to raise money for Breast Cancer Research. Visit http://www.justgiving.com/suemeyer to place your bid!
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