it's no carnies. you know, circus folk. small hands, smell like cabbage. My brother decided that me and all my friends were carnies. It started as just me, because I sing and dance at random, thus I am a carnie - it's mostly a musical theatre thing. But then, apparently, anyone I associate with is also now a carnie. You, my friend, are most DEFINITELY a carnie. you've been officially christened. congratulations. :)
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Finally got around to checking in on your site again. So glad to see that things are going well for ya. Give a holla!
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