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daybreaksmiles

Published: May 26, 2014

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in front of God and everybody.

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Challenge: You have ten seconds to tell me what came to your mind as you read this, in a six word story of your own

(for me, this was about being proud of my best friend for being the strong, beautiful person she is)

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kathleenfergie

Feb 26, 2015

"And I watched hell swallow you."

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