foster

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By Erika

i like someone but i cant tell you who he is a grat freind he is there when iam sod or happy pr whatever I did not like him before because he acted different but he is changing he is going back to the old foster that i loved awhile back but shhhhhhhhhhh dont tell no one this old i am just freinds with foster now and the thought of me likeing foster is so gross cuz he so weird

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