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Happy Pappy Zappy Birthday to youuuu Holly!! Written for my friend's Sweet Sixteen If you're reading this I'm so sorry I love you so so much though I know you have a lot going on right now but scary things are slightly less scary when you joke about them, so if nothing else I hope you get a good laugh out of this ❤️
Holly had one hell of a sophomore year, emphasis on the hell. From finding out her
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