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A Brief History of that man in the mirror June 29, 2006

Posted by scartissuemark in My Self, The Life and Times of Me Myself and I.
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Birth
At this point i realised i was outside.

Year one
My memory is kinda hazy but i swear that bear was evil. He never closed his eyes, was alway staring, creepy.

Year two
The joys of that colour box

Year three
“I can walk, and look at that these nappies slips right off my legs. Thats more like it, Ahhh

Year four
“My best friend’s name’s Thomas, he’s an engine, what’s your name?”

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