Coconuts And Bananas
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I was only taking one trip to Italy.
And checking my messages looking at a hot Cameron Dallas!
I was and I repeat was not expecting to find my enemy hotter than my husband!
Or wearing coconut bras and leaf skirts singing about environmental issue's.
I'm Fame and this is my story
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