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'sup.

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Truth be told,
I'd rather be sold
than juggle stepping stones.
i still loves you freddles :heart:
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Ah, so you are alive.

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Truth be told,
I'd rather be sold
than juggle stepping stones.
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Fred, here's a thought: come back.

I really enjoyed reading your work, and it has inspired many, myself included.

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Truth be told,
I'd rather be sold
than juggle stepping stones.
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Why 'ello there Frederick.
How'ere things, mate?

Cheerio,
-kktour
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You have made a difference in many. Do drop a word sometime.

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<Spiff-Johnson> Miguel wouldn't high five anyone in real life.
<Spiff-Johnson> He would just tighten his scarf and look at you with contempt.
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we all miss you and synith has nicked your icon
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Hi Fred. I saw a cloud today that looked just like ur mum.

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<Spiff-Johnson> Miguel wouldn't high five anyone in real life.
<Spiff-Johnson> He would just tighten his scarf and look at you with contempt.
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As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't put it there,
a head's no place for underwear!"
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred's underwear remains.

At night when Fred goes back to bed,
he deftly plucks it off his head.
His mother switches off the light
and softly croons, "Good night! Good night!"
And then, for reasons no one knows,
Fred's underwear goes on his toes.


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The fiery windowsills of a setting sun.

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