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  <updated>2007-09-13T03:52:02Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:26728</id>
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    <title>My first experience paper</title>
    <published>2007-09-13T03:52:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-13T03:52:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(the introduction needs work but write back and tell me what you think about my paper. I need positive and negative feedback. Thank you in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One’s first day of school or learning how to ride a bicycle can be very frightening for anyone especially a young child. I remember the first time I ever rode on a motorcycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	It was a warm spring morning. Outside, the neighbor was mowing his lawn while &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog barked at everything that moved. Downstairs, my younger brothers argued over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would go on the computer first. I just laid in my bed silently wondering if today is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day I will die. Maybe I was being a little over dramatic at the time, but I couldn’t take &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that chance. I am a natural born jinx. Anything that could go wrong, will go wrong. Like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, last year I was walking down the stairs one sleepily morning when I slipped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the stairs and broke my ring finger. Then things became worse. It healed wrong so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surgery had to be done. Now my hand has never been the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	I looked at the clock. Ten o’clock. Lance should be here in a couple of minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance and I have been together for two years. He called me one day to inform me he &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally purchased a new Harley Davison motorcycle. I hate motorcycles. The only &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;protection is a helmet, jacket, and pants. I closed my eyes. “Everything is going to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.” I said taking long deep breaths. “He is a safe driver. He wouldn’t let anything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happen to me.” I heard a rumble in the distance and my heart felt like it was going to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burst out of my chest. I reluctantly jumped out of bed to get dressed and meet him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downstairs. As I walk down the stairs, he stood in the doorway with my new jacket and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boots in his hands. “Ready to go?” he asked reaching out his hand to me. I stood there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speechless. My neighbors had finished mowing their lawn and my dog slept under the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawn chair that my mother is sitting on. Inside, my younger brothers were no longer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting about who would go first on the computer. I just stood there in the living room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my sweaty palms and over exaggerated mind knowing today is the day I will die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Everything moves in slow motion as we walk outside in the warm spring weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light breeze brushes against my cheeks. I see faceless people driving and waving to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they pass by like they have known me forever. When I glance in the driveway, a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motorcycle glistens in the sun. My heart beats rapidly when we walk closer and closer to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bike. Lance gets on the bike first and turns on the engine. The rumbling sound tunes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out the laughing children playing across the street. As he puts up the kickstand, he &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motions for me to get on the backseat. My body feels as if it weighs a thousand pounds as &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swing my leg over the motorcycle. “You can either hold onto me or the seat strap” he &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yells over the noise of the motor. I tightly wrapped my arms around his waist for dear life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as he backs slowly out of the driveway. “ready?” he asks once again. Still though I have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no answer for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	I closed my eyes sharply as he slowly moves down the road increasing his speed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each second. I can hear nothing but the cars passing us by. My heart pounds like a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hammer on a nail. I want to see what’s happening, but my eyes will not let me. The day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be warm but the wind feels chilly as it whips my face. As we get further down the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;road, I manage to open my eyes to peak out at my surroundings. Everything is now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving like god is fast-forwarding the world. Suddenly, I realize that today is not the day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will die, but in fact gain a new passion. Even though I thought riding a motorcycle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would be terrifying, it actually turned out to be exhilarating. There is just something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the freedom and outdoors.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:26603</id>
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    <title>omg</title>
    <published>2007-07-24T18:59:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-24T18:59:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">omg i was at cedar point and I thought i saw terry in line for one of the rides. They had terry's hair and skinny figure. I almost screamed "TER TER!!!!!" but i didnt because i didnt want to look like a dork. anywho just thought i would share that info.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:26258</id>
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    <title>omg i am soooo stupid</title>
    <published>2007-07-18T03:28:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-18T03:28:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So guess what I did by accident Sunday? I locked my keys in my car. lol Lance had to call a tow company and pay $65 for them to open up my car.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:25736</id>
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    <title>yup</title>
    <published>2007-05-05T17:02:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-05T17:02:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, guess who got 3.5's in their classes..yeah ME! *squee* ^_^</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:25130</id>
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    <title>OMG!</title>
    <published>2007-05-03T00:41:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-03T00:41:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I looked at my classes and in one of them I have a 3.5..the other one I don't know about yet. *Squee!*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:24802</id>
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    <title> Good friend vs. True friend</title>
    <published>2007-04-30T16:34:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-30T16:34:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A good friend will come bail you out of jail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend will be sitting next to you saying, "Damn, we fucked up!." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, which one are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From the random mind of Jynx)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:24376</id>
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    <title>NO WAY? Totally way!</title>
    <published>2007-04-17T15:33:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-17T15:33:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was driving down the road and this cop turns on his blinkers and omg! I ALMOST PISSED MYSELF!!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:23868</id>
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    <title>aargh, I can't believe I did that...</title>
    <published>2007-02-19T14:46:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-19T14:46:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I stupidly erased all of my sexy lesbian lovers on my buddy list. (They were in two different categories) If you could either im me when you see me online or send me a message on myspace with your s/n or comment on this livejournal with your s/n, I would foreverly grateful. Thank you for your cooperation! &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 -Le Jynx-</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:21082</id>
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    <title>uh-oh spaghetti oh's</title>
    <published>2006-10-18T00:07:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-18T04:20:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">damn karma! *shakes fist in air* I was wondering when it was going to catch up to me and it finally did today. Here's my adventurous tale of how u should never follow a friend to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began one peaceful morning. I had ten minutes to get dressed and leave for school because my mom had woken me up but little did she know that I fell asleep again. So, anywho, I ran around freaking that I was going to be late. Turns out, my class was cancelled and nobody seemed to call me to say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! DONT LEAVE YET! This is the good part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I go back home and invite Adam to come to my house for a little Mario Party before work. After 1 1/2 hrs of Mario Party, we leave in seperate cars to go to the mall so I can work. I followed him because...I wanted to. Well, he turns on Van Slyke and takes a completely new route that I am not familiar with. When we get like 1 minute from the mall, he stops at a red light and I do to. BUT! This is the crazy thing, I dont remember on how I hit him. But I do!! So, I hit him...his car is wrecked in the back and he bashes into a truck bumper and there goes his front too. Mine however, leaves the murder scene with only a small scratch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now u are probably thinking "Oh shit! Is everyone ok?" well...DONT FU*KING INTERRUPT ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Adam and I get out of our car and he claims that he hurt his head and has whiplash..."oh great, now a friend is gonna sue me?" I thought while also thinking "OH SHIT! OH SHIT! MY DAD IS GONNA KILL ME!!!!! OH GOD! OH GOD!" Im having a panic attack about the whole thing. So, Adam and I were gonna go the mall and get this settled so we dont hold up traffic in the street. "NAY!" says the black man in the truck. He called the cops and reported it and we had to hold up traffic until they came. (Took hours it seemed like) That man was not nice by the way. He kept blaming Adam and they were arguing a bit. I thought they were gonna get in a fist fight. (My money on the black man. Sorry adam, you seem more like a lover, not a fighter) And the crazy thing is, the black man's bumper didnt have anything wrong with it. He just likes bitching I suppose. (Or maybe its that time of the month. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, were I am going in this whole crazy adventerous story is dont do things. Im not being specific because then that would make you wanna do some things. DONT DO ANY!!!! Karma will bite you in the ass! And it will hurt like a mofo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thats my story...Probably was a waste of your time to read it but I thought I would share. Everybody already probably knows about it since news spreads fastly. Thank you for taking the time to read my entry and Im sorry if its disappointing. I will try harder to make the next one more interesting. xoxoxoxo -Le Jynx-</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:20771</id>
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    <title>hrm..</title>
    <published>2006-10-17T02:39:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-17T02:39:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I dont know how it started but lately things havent been the same....maybe its me? &lt;br /&gt;Get ready xisty because once again its mating season!! ^_^  &lt;br /&gt;(Actually it never stops being mating season for me) lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala! good night xoxoxoxo -Le Jynx-</content>
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    <title>help me</title>
    <published>2006-09-30T21:47:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-30T21:47:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok, i need two activities that involve birds and that are appropriate between the ages 3-5 yrs. I already have one that is you trace your hand and then make a turkey out of it for Thanksgiving. I need TWO more! HELP ME PLEASE! thank you!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:20316</id>
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    <title>tag thingy?</title>
    <published>2006-09-15T22:28:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-15T22:28:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok, i dont know if i have 6 things...but i will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have OCD...about as bad as xisty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate romance. Its such a waste of time. When someone says they love me, I laugh in their face. No lie! When they try to be romantic, I laugh at them and tell them they are being stupid. I dont know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I cant eat chocolate because it gets me sick. Skittles are my chocolate. I could be super pissed at you and if you buy my skittles, I will love you forever. Yummy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This contradicts my #2. I love love songs. It makes me happy when i hear one and then I think of that special someone. I also daydream of romantic stuff they could do to sweep me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I sometimes hope that this one guy that I have known for more than a year will break up with his g/f so I can be with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Maybe I do have 6! I dont say stuff I should say to someone's face. I dont want to be rude or come off as a cold heartless bitch so I keep it to myself. I wish I could be like Xisty and say whats on my mind. There would be a lot less anger in my life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:20165</id>
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    <title>*Le sigh*</title>
    <published>2006-09-08T05:03:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-08T05:03:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Damn him and his sexyness! *shakes fist in air*</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:19945</id>
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    <title>havent wrote here in a bit...</title>
    <published>2006-08-15T16:45:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-15T16:45:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"crazy bitch" by buckcherry</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ITS MATING SEASON XISTY! GET READY!! IM COMING FOR YOU!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:19703</id>
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    <title>....</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T04:19:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-01T04:19:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life sucks!!!! thats basically all I have to say. Life is a bitch and then you die!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:19225</id>
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    <title>....</title>
    <published>2006-05-19T04:05:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-19T04:05:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">....I don't know what's wrong and I'm too afraid to ask because of what he might say....help me....</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:19150</id>
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    <title>hmm</title>
    <published>2006-05-02T22:21:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-02T22:23:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is it possible to miss and love someone you never met or will never meet?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:18731</id>
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    <title>yay</title>
    <published>2006-04-22T21:14:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-22T21:14:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i an going to do a random music video cause i want to and its going to have the weezer song "we are all on drugs" cause thats us. lol we act like we are. ^_^ yay! just thought i would share</content>
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    <title>hey fucking spies!</title>
    <published>2006-04-20T19:35:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-20T19:35:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey! so i learned a couple days ago, fuckhead has spies checking up on my journals or whatever to see if i am writing about him. They tell him and then the fuckhead writes to me and bitches at me! HEY FUCKING SPIES! YEAH YOU KNOW YOU ARE FUCKING ARE!!!! UP YOURS!!!! It is none of nobodys but my friends on here's business what i put on here and it pisses me off so god damn much. i dont look through your stuff to see if i am being spoke of because i dont fucking care! GET A LIFE AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!</content>
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    <title>hmmm strange</title>
    <published>2006-04-13T04:00:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-13T04:00:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It is so weird with all the dreams i have been having. I dont know who all reads this livejournal of mine but i hope its not people i am about to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;So i was sleeping and having this dream right? Well i dreamt i was at a party with all my friends and we were joking around and having a good time when X INSERT ASSHOLES NAME HERE! X showed up. I just ignored him like i usually do and he then he sat next to me and started talking to me. He was actually talking to me like a human being. Weird huh? (I didnt know assholes could do that) Then the crazy thing is he started to creep his hand towards my leg and i was wearing a skirt. I yelled at him and told him if he touches me i will tell lance and he says "Whats he gonna do? He's not even here!" Then i got up and walked fastly away. I have been having this dream more than once and now I do not like to go anywhere without Lance because X INSERT ASSHOLES NAME HERE! X might be there and i dont want him trying anything. Just in case my dream comes true. It seemed so real! &lt;br /&gt;Well now that i probably bored you with my problems i will stop typing. Just thought i'd share that scary dream. Maybe since i told people i will stop having it and other ones. loves you all! -Le Jinxy Pixie-</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jinxedalot:18075</id>
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    <title>hi</title>
    <published>2006-04-11T03:32:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-11T03:32:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Don Mclean "American Pie"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wowwies, its been so long since i have updated this. Nothing to say except that I love you guys! thats all i think... -love Jinxy Jmoney-</content>
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    <title>hey</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T03:56:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T03:56:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wow it has been a long time since i wrote on this. What can i say except that i miss hanging out with you all and Jackie, i hope you feel better real soon. School has been rough. (and i have the cold sores to prove it) I dont have a job anymore and i miss not having one because now i dont have money to spend. well i do have money, just i dont want to waste it. I will probably have to find one pretty soon that can work around my school schedule. Thats all for now though. talk to you all later. luv you all!! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can I describe how&lt;br /&gt;I really feel about you&lt;br /&gt;in words. It's not possible."</content>
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    <title>hmm</title>
    <published>2006-01-17T11:50:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-17T11:50:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not a good week it is turning out to be. Sunday, Lance's mother passed away from cancer. Today is the viewing and tomorrow is the funeral and I am going to both even though I am scared of funerals and such. He needed me Sunday to come over and my dad wouldnt let me so that pisses me off just a bit. Everytime I talk to him, his voice is so different and his attitude. It makes me wanna cry cause she was so nice. &lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I finally quit my job at mcdonalds. I showed up for work but called in sick from the lobby where they could see me. That screwed them over, because it got really really busy that night. lol ha ha ha..suckers. I hated that place so much. If I had to clean one more dish, somebody was gettting hit over the head with it. lol! &lt;br /&gt;So, thats about it for now. Just thought I would share even though you guys dont know him or his family. Bye bye for now. -Le Jinx-</content>
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    <title>wheeee</title>
    <published>2006-01-14T18:30:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-14T18:30:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">YAY! *HAPPY DANCE* I'm just sitting here really really bored. Soon I will be going to my stupid job that I hate so much. And then I will be coming home and sleeping the morning and day away. YAY! ^^ CALL ME DAMMIT!! my cell phone is 656-3650.</content>
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    <title>hello earth people</title>
    <published>2006-01-03T11:43:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-27T02:02:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"drop your pants and touch your toes, I'm gonna show you where the wild goose goes." -Super Troopers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everybody, sorry i havent been updating or talking to any of you. I have been super busy. I want to hang out with you guys and I dont work wednesday, thursday, friday, and saturday so anytime I am free. CALL ME! 695-7957 is my home number and 656-3650 is my cell. CALL ME!Love you all and talk to you later. -Le Jinx-</content>
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