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Last published Sat, Sep 6, 2014
Shana I love you and I can't lie when I say I want to be with you for the rest of life. I don't know I already love someone jake.
Eleven mouth earlier
Trent I scream he comes running out of the house he says Shana what's wrong I say my mom and dad are dead I croked out before I started bursting out in tears. Shana I'm here for you don't worry I have u nothing is going to happen to you. There in a better place now they will be looking down on us and they will always be in your heart.
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