Love Your Mom!!
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Concluida mié, feb 10, 2016<5 mins
I love my mom because she's an amazing mom and me and my brother Jalen love her so much... She loves us and we love her back... She cries... We cry... She fight... We fight... She take up for us... We take up for her back... We will always love and do anything for our mom... We love you mom!!!
Love,
Jalisa and Jalen
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