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They asked me who i would need on a deserted island and i decided it was you 

my cousin, my sister, my best friend all wrapped  in one 

while you are not food or water and we will probably die because of this choice...

i still choose you because 

at least on our way to inevitable death we would spend the time laughing 

dancing 

do what we do best  

 

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