Forget who I am, Forget yourself.
Baby start over and burn_the_books!

Headstrong now, wishing I'd fall.
Sometimes, the script doesn't read right.

Here it comes, my selling-record song.
Making millions, we'll make millions.
Here it comes, my pseudo-super song.
Making millions, we'll make millions.


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Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
Here I stand, served to you on a silver platter.
Your very own, state of the art, single-serving friend.

SSF Version 17.0h features:
}i{ piercing green eyes.
}i{ one hellava good time.
}i{ a plethora of kisses and hugs.
}i{ randomness.
}i{ rollercoaster enthusiast.
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