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Last published Tue, Sep 24, 2013
You know when you hate someone, you find any excuse to talk about why you hate them? And then you realise you don't actually hate them. You kind of like them. But you pretened you still hate them becuase then you can talk about them. Then they get in mortal danger and are targetted by loads of wolves across the country. Yeah. Welcome to my world. My name's Zane Oxley, and my god to I hate Josephine Fairlie. Yeah, I hate her so much.
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