Wednesday, September 19th, 2001 | 22:35
I envy your loving mother.

I was going to try to cheer up Jon, but I couldn't find the right wording. Sorry.

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I am two years old. I am three years old. I am four years old. I am five years old. I am six years old. I am seven years old. I am eight years old. I am nine years old. I am ten years old. I am eleven years old. I am twelve years old. I am thirteen years old. I am fourteen years old. I am fifteen years old. I am sixteen years old. I am still two years old. I am still jealous and bitter.

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