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I’m so ready for the beach.
Tanning day 2.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all who wander are lost.
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
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To My Future Husband:
Thank you in advance for all the spiders you’re going to kill.
To My Future Husband:
I don’t know you’re name, but you mean the world to me. I don’t know what you look like, but I pray for you everyday. I don’t know where you are, but I can’t wait to be with you.
To My Future Husband:
All I ask is that you have a beard and wield a banjo. That’s not too much, right? You’ll exist someday…
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