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Times Change


Things were different back then, your parents had to approve of your friend. My grandpa says race doesn't mix, Yazmin is my best friend. That's why I care what no one thinks, it's us against the world I say with not a blink. We'll move to a place where no one stares, Yazmin and I just don't care.
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BillyBoy0519
<p>i agree</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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