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Tara’s a Good Sport

Posted on August 27, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

The following conversation occurred after I posted this entry on my blog. Tara: i hate you Kevin: ! Kevin: strong words Kevin: did you read it? Tara: yes you suck Kevin: lmao Kevin: oh man, i amuse myself way too much

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Tara’s Question

Posted on August 27, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Tara: how come i don’t get quoted in your blogger? There.

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Advice from Down Under

Posted on August 27, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Kevin: but i shouldn’t get too wrapped up in thisKevin: after all, she’s already takenSuzanne: just because there is a goalkeeper doesn’t mean you can’t shoot a goal How cool is that? Suzanne cracks me up. Maybe I will give it a try, just because it would be a shame to let that gem of…

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