The Gift
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hi mom I know my birthday is today and I want to tell you I'm moving to Atlanta or California. I will miss you. I know I'm a famous singer but, I still will miss you. you know that time you abused me for 15 years. "I can probably forgive you". bye! he ran up to the plane. his iPhone 4 is on 98 percent. he called his father. hi dad I'm moving. my little August is popular. ill sing you a song maybe you can add me to your songs ill make a little paper. I'm 54 but I can get down. moving on up im moving on oww my back. your on a phone bye almost there. bye son. the plane was landing softly. and peace fully then, screech. we landed.
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