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A swiftie
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Completa, pubblicata il gen 05, 2015
Well in this story am gonna write about a swiftie's life i'll talk about howtaylor swift made ma determined and to beleive in myself more , Taylor is actually so nice with people well i didnt meet her but im sure she is from her way of talking . Okay ill not tell u more wait till u read the Swiftie's life because it includes everything i think towards her . Hope u will feel it enjoyable ;-)
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