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Pardon me if I regret this Father, these are my confessions I'm selfish, reckless, and restless Pleas fall on deaf ears from friends that once were mine I suppose that's just how time flies
"Hey." "Hi." "I like those earrings." "Thank you, and I like your hair. Who did your hair?" "My mom." "Ah. She did great with your long and thick natural hair." "Thank you." "You are so welcome."  
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