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dubstylenine

awwwww twentyseven...

you make it sound like it's been some sort of torturous chore being your friend... well it hasn't.

...you're not 'that' crazy.

god love ya bun.

xo

panasianbiz

I stumbled across your blog while I was doing some online research. When I read this, I started thinking about how much we do associate our friends and loved ones with certain smells. We're not so far from our sharper-nosed four-legged friends as we thought, I guess!

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