The long plond hair

The long plond hair

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The girl with the long blond hair was in a shop and she was making cake and so she was making this cake and every body was gathering to tell everyone how good or bad it is so one of her friends came to her house the next day and said I hate that cake and I am going to tell your boss and you will get fired because you never make any good cake so her friend told her boss and she got fired and they never new the girls name that worked there so see wrote a note said I no your name but you don't no mine and I will tell you Bree and I killed my self I a butter nice and a shovel and that this place will soon go on the end this story will have more to bye
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lorelei
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