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It is. It's either "baby" or "babe."
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*shakes head* From a cousin... Weird. My baby cousin, around 7 I think, said he was gonna marry me when he grew up. We were going to be like Peach and Mario. *shrugs* He has a tough life... I think I was the first person to take the time and play games with him. o.O
I'm never what I like
I'm double sided
And I just can't hide
I kind of like it
When I make you cry
'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up
Inside

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Whoa....
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*nods* My other baby cousin, around 6, told the same thing to my sister.
I'm never what I like
I'm double sided
And I just can't hide
I kind of like it
When I make you cry
'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up
Inside

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And I've got to go. We're heading out early. I'll try to check in, but my mom thinks I'm obsessed and usually won't let me use the internet on her phone. Mine doesn't work...so I'm screwed. But I'll be back...hopefully. See ya.
I'm never what I like
I'm double sided
And I just can't hide
I kind of like it
When I make you cry
'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up
Inside

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Bye. *sighs*
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*waves*
I'm never what I like
I'm double sided
And I just can't hide
I kind of like it
When I make you cry
'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up
Inside

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*Waves back*
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Back for a bit. Today, I've come to realize that I really really really don't like people...
I'm never what I like
I'm double sided
And I just can't hide
I kind of like it
When I make you cry
'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up
Inside

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Lol. Awesome.

And why?
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Lol. Yeah.

And 'cause we went to a sidewalk sale for Vera Bradley and there were so many people... Everyone was reaching around me and I was crammed into a tiny corner. My sister flipped out and kept dragging my mom and I everywhere and I just was like "Get me the hell out of here or I'm going to scream."

It was not good.
I'm never what I like
I'm double sided
And I just can't hide
I kind of like it
When I make you cry
'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up
Inside

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I went to a flee market.

Forgot my laptop.

Had to use my little brothers.

The keyboard was so small.
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Nice. You used a laptop at a flee market? o.O
I'm never what I like
I'm double sided
And I just can't hide
I kind of like it
When I make you cry
'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up
Inside

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No. Lol. After the flee market.
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Oh. Lol. Nice.

And I have to go again. : ( Be back later.
I'm never what I like
I'm double sided
And I just can't hide
I kind of like it
When I make you cry
'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up
Inside

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