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Complete, First published Dec 17, 2016
a story of a teen that wanted 2 sing in a stage but at least you got thousands of followers on YouTube twitter and Instagram that support your career but in YouTube tbh he thinks is better than in a stage seeing fans/family cry everytime they meet you selling merch w your British friends ldshadowlady smallishbeans  seapeekay and yammy xox and one awesome Scottish friend called Scott he's your best buddy  youre in love w pandas and Minecraft and good bye my olipops see you loads of love danphiel
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