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Marie
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3 comments:
Dear Sasha Cohen,
Give Michelle Kwan her healthy hammy back. You obviously don't know how to use it.
Love,
Tonya H
Dear Meatloaf,
Look, I know you would do almost anything for love, but if you're running out of ideas, there's always "that."
Love,
Adam
Dear Marie:
I enjoy my place in great Tennessee and my three great stars. I do not know if I would want to lose my geographic self If I became a small district on the east coast.
I might lose everything that is me, the wide fertile plains, the mountainous terrain, the music, and the stars of my state.
I hope you understand.
Love, Nashville.
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