foster, by Erika
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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 |
Posted: 2006-04-18 22:17:37 UTC |
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