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Lying is a way of people to give us exactly the kind of life we wanted...

Because lies wouldn't exist if they weren't there to make us happy!

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Unknown said…
So true!
And i love the header (:
Meher said…
Totally! It makes things so much better for us and others. Spares a lot of trouble.
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Anonymous said…
rivercat,beyond,whatever,calkid,anwiii40,anwiii,aaron neal webb,and user names of women and men ,he goes through pretending being different people ,to fool you .
he is 42 year old male ,living in missouri on social security income for disabled ,collecting foodstamps ,living in senior citizens apartment for disabled ,he preys on weak and women with problems ,
he is living with dove123,donna,hurt4love,
he is still married and likes try make her be a blame and delusional ,this way he feels the better person .
Age:
42 years old
Birthday:
March 15, 1968
Gender:
Male Male
Location:
Chilhowee, MO
Website URL:
Website URL http://onlinecheapo.com
Aaron Webb (Aaron) on Myspace
www.myspace.com/anwiii40. Aaron's Details. Status: Single. Here for: Networking, Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends. Orientation: Straight ...
Poulomi said…
Totally agreed.

xx

http://musingsofjustanothergirl.blogspot.com/

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