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Need help on a child's well being (not mine)?
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My daughter had her friend spend the day with us and now she is spending the night. They are both 10. My daughter is a little over weight, but not too much...10 lbs or so. Her friend on the other hand is about 20 lbs under weight. While we were out on the lake today, I offered some ham sandwhiches and grapes for lunch. She said she wasn't suppose to eat bread. Immediatly, I said, oh I am so sorry, your mom didn't tell me that. The girl goes "oh, well then maybe I will have a sandwhich" Thinking that was strange, I asked her why she wasn't suppose to have bread. Well, she tells me that she is on a diet, because her mom says she is getting to fat. I about fell off the boat at that point. I didn't know what to say. I was stunned! I let it go, and let her eat the sandwhich. When we left the lake, in the car, she just says, out of the blue "My mom will flip if that sandwhich goes to my thighs. I can't come off this diet till I can put only one hand around my thigh." What do I do? We went to Chili's tonight and she wouldn't eat dinner, because she was afraid that her mom wouldn't let her come over here anymore because she knew that she was going to gain weight over here. I am so sad for this little girl, what am I goning to do.


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Wow if this girl is really 20 pounds underweight at 10 year old (when obviously you are still growing) this mother is a nut case. I would first talk to the mother in a nice way - find out if she is one making the rules for sure and not her child. Ask her if her daughter has any food requirements and limitations that you should know about when you have her and see what she says. If this women is depriving her child food to the point that she is underweight it would be considered child neglect. I used to work in child welfare and this is a fairly common scenario(often in these cases the mother is suffering from an eating disorder and projecting it onto the kids). Call your state child protective number its on the front page inside the phone book and report her.

We rescued a pit bull, fallen in love with him and would like to know what kind he is?
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I rescued what I believe is an american pit bull in feb 09. someone had either fought him or just plain abused him. he was scared but he ran up top the car like he new us. I was amazed at gold eyes his agility, and all of his features. Everyone that has met Max says what an incredible dog how beautiful he is etc etc. I did not at the time we found him think he was a pit bull or I might not have rescued him. I found him at the lake cold wet and 28 degrees outside it was sad to see such a creature as incredible as this in that kind of shape. Our Vet. said he had been on his own for several weeks hence the worms lost weight etc. when i would reach out to him he would cower down and move away. I drove like crazy 6 blocks home grabbed a 1 lb bag of ham and back out to the lake my wife and I went. couldnt get him in the car on his ownbut with the ham could get him close and i could put some in front of him and he would go down to eat it when i would reach for him at the same time he would cower down but stayed with the ham didn't try to move away. I then stepped one leg over him where he was laying flat and me standing over the top I reached down grabbed him under and around his chest picked him up and put him in our back seat of the car. It was literally true love from that second forward for everyone in our family towards this animal still not associating him with a pit bull. I took him to our vet and he said he was approx 1 yr old at the time but wasnt sure what breed of dog staffordshire terrier several said amstaff a few have said. He is now 1 1/2 years 70 + lbs loves our family kids even our old border collie. very aggressive towards other dogs and a little towards other people. Always alerts and never barks until someone or something is on our property. When he runs he gallops like a horse or bounces 2 or 3 times to cover a 25 to 30 yard distance. Tan and white with the white on all feet neck and chest with white also on neck nose and between his eyes with an difinitive red nose and even red neck through through his white fur. His skin is loose on his neck not baggy or wrinkles just easy to grab a handful and stretch 3 or 4 inches out. Incredible companion that is so loving to us and anyone we except into our home although small children and small animals and animals in general he goes into the hunt mode when he sees them.Crouching low furrowed brow almost catlike in his demeanor. He also acts like a tasmanian devil every time we return home from going somewhere regardless of the length of time we are gone 15 minutes 1 hr 3 hrs all day 2 days etc. very very glad to see us when we return bouncing and running around us at high speed it is funny to watch. I just want to know him better even though it was me overhearing my neighbor tell his son no you cant pet him thats a PIT BULL before we realized what we had. I looked at my 11 year old son looked at Max looked back at my son and thought to my self immediately what have I just done! Alot of work its taken and commitment on my part but he was and is worth every dime and time I have spent with him! I have had dogs of different breeds all my life Rotts, dobies, german shephards, dalmations and a few mutts but this guy is my best friend. There is no comparison between him or any dog I have ever had and I have had a couple of really good ones. Any help would be appreciative I have many pictures of him if that helps but I didn't even know what he was and after he got healthy I had and I disvcovered his will and strength I had to do some soul searching as to whether or not I could handle him. It still amazes me when I think back to that night when I said to my wife after dinner lets drive down to the lake and look around. 28 degrees wet outside kind of a nasty cold night I wasn't thinking i don't believe but I believe God new he was in trouble and he new I had a compassion for dogs and the will to do his will! Any input would be greatly appreciated I am just trying to get to know my best friend better.


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You could get a DNA test for him to find out his true ancestry. A neighbor two doors down wanted a black Lab when her old dog died. She picked one out at a shelter and brought him home. He looked like a lab before he started growing and growing and growing and we all swore he was Great Dane. But he sure is a sweetie and very lovable with legs flying every which way. She had his DNA done and just got it back last week. Came over excitedly and told me he was mostly German Shepherd. None of us could believe that. He looked like a black Great Dane. No Dane in him at all! I said, Those Shepherds sure get around! Here's a website. There's others that you can Google. One that does it for $55 which sounds like an acceptable charge to me. http://www.dnabreedtest.com/ Isn't it wonderful how he found his best home on the worst night? I can understand why he's your best Bud. I found a little lost pitt bull a couple or years ago and she bonded to me like glue instantly. The most lovable dog I'd ever known. Except I was down on the floor playing our 'kisses and growls' game with my GSD. I say kisses close to his ear and he softly growls. I guess he hates that word. She came flying off the couch to protect me. we forgot to tell her it was a game. Nabbed him, he body blocked her with his hip against the entertainment center until I could rescue him from her. The Shelter I was fostering her for said bring her back first thing tomorrow morning, we can't have that happening. I still miss her but she landed one night in the rescue, the next night in foster, the third night in her forever home. She was a Sweetie and I can certainly understand why you fell in love with your dog You both are very lucky to have each other. Good luck in finding his heritage. Just for fun, here's 25 Pitt Bull look-a-likes. Guess which one is the true Pit Bull? http://www.pitbullsontheweb.com/petbull/findpit.html

Have you ever read the Smokey the Bear Sutra?
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this sutra "may be reproduced free forever." Once in the Jurassic, about 150 million years ago, the Great Sun Buddha in this corner of the infinite Void gave a great Discourse to all the assembled elements and energies: to the standing beings, the alking beings, the flying beings, and the sitting beings --even grasses, to the number of thirteen billion, each one born from a seed, assembled there: a Discourse concerning Enlightenment on the planet Earth. "In some future time, there will be a continent called America. It will have great centers of power called such as Pyramid Lake, Walden Pond, Mt. Rainier, Big Sur, Everglades, and so forth; and powerful nerves and channels such as Columbia River, Mississippi River, and Grand Canyon. The human race in that era will get into troubles all over its head, and practically wreck everything in spite of its own strong intelligentBuddha-nature." "The Twisting strata of the great mountains and the pulsings of great volcanoes are my love burning deep in the earth. My obstinate compassion is schist and basalt and granite, to be mountains, to bring down the rain. In that future American Era I shall enter a new form: to cure the world of loveless knowledge that seeks with blind hunger; and mindless rage eating food that will not fill it." And he showed himself in his true form of SMOKEY THE BEAR. A handsome smokey-colored brown bear standing on hishind legs, showing that he is aroused and watchful. Bearing in his right paw the Shovel that digs to thetruth beneath appearances; cuts the root of useless attachments, and flings damp sand on the fires of greed and war; His left paw in the Mudra of Comradely Display -- indicating thatall creatures have the full right to live to their limits and that deer, rabbits, chipmunks, snakes, dandelions, and lizard all grow in the realm of the Dharma; Wearing the blue work overalls symbolic of slaves andlaborers, the countless men oppressed by a civilization that claims to save but only destroys; Wearing the broad-brimmed hat of the West, symbolic ofthe forces that guard the Wildereness, which is the Natural State of the Dharma and the True Path of man on earth; all true paths lead through mountains -- With a halo of smoke and flame behind, the forest firesof the kali-yuga, fires caused by the stupidity of those who think things can ge gained and lost whereas in truth all is contained vast andfree in the Blue Sky and Green Earth of One Mind; Round-bellied to show his kind nature and that the greatearth has food enough for everyone who loves her and trusts her; Trampling underfoot wasteful freeways and needlesssuburbs; smashing the worms of capitalism and totalitarianism; Indicating the Task: his followers, becoming free of cars,houses, canned food, universities, and shoes, master the Three Mysteries of their own Body, Speech, and Mind; and fearlessly chop down the rotten trees and prune out the sick limbs of this country America and then burn the leftover trash. Wrathful but Calm, Austere but Comic, Smokey the Bear will Illuminate those who would help him; but for those who would hinder or slander him, HE WILL PUT THEM OUT. Thus his great Mantra: Namah samanta vajranam chanda maharoshana Sphataya hum traka ham mam "I DEDICATE MYSELF TO THE UNIVERSAL DIAMOND BE THIS RAGING FURY DESTROYED" And he will protect those who love woods and rivers, Gods and animals, hobos and madmen, prisoners and sick people, musicians, playful women, and hopeful children; And if anyone is threatened by advertising, air pollution, or the police, they should chant SMOKEY THE BEAR'S WAR SPELL: DROWN THEIR BUTTS CRUSH THEIR BUTTS DROWN THEIR BUTTS CRUSH THEIR BUTTS And SMOKEY THE BEAR will surely appear to put the enemy out with his vajra-shovel. Now those who recite this Sutra and then try to put it in practice will accumulate merit as countless as the sands of Arizona and Nevada,Will help save the planet Earth from total oil slick, Will enter the age of harmony of man and nature, Will win the tender love and caresses of men, women, and beastsWill always have ripe blackberries to eat and a sunny spot under a pine tree to sit at, AND IN THE END WILL WIN HIGHEST PERFECT ENLIGHTENMENT. thus have we heard. P.S. I didn't write this, so I can't provide an explanation of the "crush their butts" part. The anonymous writer(s?) did, however, explicitly give permission for the Sutra to be posted anywhere and everywhere.


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Now, I enjoyed that very much! Thanks for sharing! The Native American Indians, have passed this on within their oral tradition from teacher to apprentice for thousands of years: "Watch for the ant-man for he shall set things straight!" "There shall be a great tree that shall fall from the east to the west, be ever aware, and listen for the sound of the tree when it strikes the soil of the earthly mother where we presently dwell." "We the Red-man are the custodians of what the White-man calls the North American Continent. We respect her as no one else will, for we first tilled her soil and partook of her fruits, which she gave to us freely!" May we all be ever Aware,

post-murder nightmares?
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t was a typical Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in the garden eating a ham and cheese sandwich, when suddenly I saw a snail on the wooden garden table inching towards my sammich plate. Instinctively I took the salt dispenser on the table and flicked it at the snail, hoping it would merely be deterred from its quest to devour my sammich...but to my horror, poor Simon Snail began to melt away like he was being burned by the almighty Titans themselves. I tried to help but it was no use, he wasn't breathing. I tried CPR to no avail. Panic set in. I ran inside and found a plastic bag to use as a makeshift bodybag - I know its selfish but right then I was thinking about murder charges and prison, not poor Simon's family. I disposed of Simon's body in the bodybag and threw it in the trunk of my car. I jumped in and headed to the closest lake where I submerged the bodybag with some stones and a brick I found nearby. I went home, tried to relax and cried myself to sleep. Whilst I slept I had a horrible realistic dream - I envisioned Simon crawling back out of the lake, hundreds of times bigger and with venom in his stalky eyes, he catches a taxi to my house and smothers me in my sleep whilst Britney Spears dances to Hit Me Baby One More Time. Ever since this day I've been having a similar dream every single night, sometimes he's wearing a tutu and sometimes the taxi driver is Vin Diesel. I'm too scared to leave my house, I'm too scared to sleep and the stress is making me ill. What if someone finds the bodybag? What if my dream comes true? Please, please help me find peace of mind, I don't want to go insane.


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You will be forever haunted my Simon's ghost. Your only choice is to morph into a mermaid and flee to the sea.

Post-murder nightmares?
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It was a typical Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in the garden eating a ham and cheese sandwich, when suddenly I saw a snail on the wooden garden table inching towards my sammich plate. Instinctively I took the salt dispenser on the table and flicked it at the snail, hoping it would merely be deterred from its quest to devour my sammich...but to my horror, poor Simon Snail began to melt away like he was being burned by the almighty Titans themselves. I tried to help but it was no use, he wasn't breathing. I tried CPR to no avail. Panic set in. I ran inside and found a plastic bag to use as a makeshift bodybag - I know its selfish but right then I was thinking about murder charges and prison, not poor Simon's family. I disposed of Simon's body in the bodybag and threw it in the trunk of my car. I jumped in and headed to the closest lake where I submerged the bodybag with some stones and a brick I found nearby. I went home, tried to relax and cried myself to sleep. Whilst I slept I had a horrible realistic dream - I envisioned Simon crawling back out of the lake, hundreds of times bigger and with venom in his stalky eyes, he catches a taxi to my house and smothers me in my sleep whilst Britney Spears dances to Hit Me Baby One More Time. Ever since this day I've been having a similar dream every single night, sometimes he's wearing a tutu and sometimes the taxi driver is Vin Diesel. I'm too scared to leave my house, I'm too scared to sleep and the stress is making me ill. What if someone finds the bodybag? What if my dream comes true? Please, please help me find peace of mind, I don't want to go insane.


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I suppose your greatest fear is that the snail will slime its way to you on its pseudopod and eventually, now grown to gargantuan size, devour your sandwich, plate and all. Whatever shall you do? Stop murdering snails. Unless you like escargots in which case, they make tasty treats.

I'm a murderer! Please help I don't want to go insane?
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It was a typical Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in the garden eating a ham and cheese sandwich, when suddenly I saw a snail on the wooden garden table inching towards my sammich plate. Instinctively I took the salt dispenser on the table and flicked it at the snail, hoping it would merely be deterred from its quest to devour my sammich...but to my horror, poor Simon Snail began to melt away like he was being burned by the almighty Titans themselves. I tried to help but it was no use, he wasn't breathing. I tried CPR to no avail. Panic set in. I ran inside and found a plastic bag to use as a makeshift bodybag - I know its selfish but right then I was thinking about murder charges and prison, not poor Simon's family. I disposed of Simon's body in the bodybag and threw it in the trunk of my car. I jumped in and headed to the closest lake where I submerged the bodybag with some stones and a brick I found nearby. I went home, tried to relax and cried myself to sleep. Whilst I slept I had a horrible realistic dream - I envisioned Simon crawling back out of the lake, hundreds of times bigger and with venom in his stalky eyes, he catches a taxi to my house and smothers me in my sleep whilst Britney Spears dances to Hit Me Baby One More Time. Ever since this day I've been having a similar dream every single night, sometimes he's wearing a tutu and sometimes the taxi driver is Vin Diesel. I'm too scared to leave my house, I'm too scared to sleep and the stress is making me ill. What if someone finds the bodybag? What if my dream comes true? Please, please help me find peace of mind, I don't want to go insane.


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the thing you should try to do is reenact your dream in real life. then it will go away. it's like getting a song out of your head by singing it.

i need help coping with a murder?
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it was a typical Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in the garden eating a ham and cheese sandwich, when suddenly I saw a snail on the wooden garden table inching towards my sammich plate. Instinctively I took the salt dispenser on the table and flicked it at the snail, hoping it would merely be deterred from its quest to devour my sammich...but to my horror, poor Simon Snail began to melt away like he was being burned by the almighty Titans themselves. I tried to help but it was no use, he wasn't breathing. I tried CPR to no avail. Panic set in. I ran inside and found a plastic bag to use as a makeshift bodybag - I know its selfish but right then I was thinking about murder charges and prison, not poor Simon's family. I disposed of Simon's body in the bodybag and threw it in the trunk of my car. I jumped in and headed to the closest lake where I submerged the bodybag with some stones and a brick I found nearby. I went home, tried to relax and cried myself to sleep. Whilst I slept I had a horrible realistic dream - I envisioned Simon crawling back out of the lake, hundreds of times bigger and with venom in his stalky eyes, he catches a taxi to my house and smothers me in my sleep whilst Britney Spears dances to Hit Me Baby One More Time. Ever since this day I've been having a similar dream every single night, sometimes he's wearing a tutu and sometimes the taxi driver is Vin Diesel. I'm too scared to leave my house, I'm too scared to sleep and the stress is making me ill. What if someone finds the bodybag? What if my dream comes true? Please, please help me find peace of mind, I don't want to go insane.


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This could be saleable in an Itchy and Scratcy or cartoon setting.

Please help, post-murder nightmares?
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Please help me YahooAnswers... I'm so scared, I've nowhere left to turn. I'll start from the beginning. It was a typical Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in the garden eating a ham and cheese sandwich, when suddenly I saw a snail on the wooden garden table inching towards my sammich plate. Instinctively I took the salt dispenser on the table and flicked it at the snail, hoping it would merely be deterred from its quest to devour my sammich...but to my horror, poor Simon Snail began to melt away like he was being burned by the almighty Titans themselves. I tried to help but it was no use, he wasn't breathing. I tried CPR to no avail. Panic set in. I ran inside and found a plastic bag to use as a makeshift bodybag - I know its selfish but right then I was thinking about murder charges and prison, not poor Simon's family. I disposed of Simon's body in the bodybag and threw it in the trunk of my car. I jumped in and headed to the closest lake where I submerged the bodybag with some stones and a brick I found nearby. I went home, tried to relax and cried myself to sleep. Whilst I slept I had a horrible realistic dream - I envisioned Simon crawling back out of the lake, hundreds of times bigger and with venom in his stalky eyes, he catches a taxi to my house and smothers me in my sleep whilst Justin Bieber fills the air with his bloodcurdling, repetitive, god-awful lyrics on my TV. Ever since this day I've been having a similar dream every single night, sometimes he's wearing a tutu and sometimes the taxi driver is Vin Diesel. I'm too scared to leave my house, I'm too scared to sleep and the stress is making me ill. What if someone finds the bodybag? What if my dream comes true? Please, please help me find peace of mind, I don't want to go insane. Yours sincerely, Nicholas Edward Lamb, 26th grandson of William the Conqueror.


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hahaha ;)

Proofreading/Feedback For Essay? Help!?
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My english essay needs proofreading and feedback. Any help will be greatly appreciated, thanks! A Golden Paradise At last, I can see the petite cabin emerging out from the wooded path down to the lake. I’m finally seeing this indigenous place once again after an ample nine months of irksome school. Stepping out of the car an aroma of pure harmony and happiness struck me. I could never forget the scent of the flourishing organisms that confine our summer cabin. The supple grass swayed in the morning air. Still evident morning dew awaits the interruption of its peace as I slip off my shoes and prance around the spacious region. The brisk refreshing breezes by the lake shore whisk across my delicate skin. Once I heard the sound of boats out tubing and fishing I was ready to start my day of fun. My dad and I had been waiting to get out on the deep and dark lake and catch fish like there’s no tomorrow! For not having much luck at first I was still as excited to be out there as a little one waiting to get their very first pet! Finally the feeling I had been waiting for happened. A fish attached itself to my hook, pulling hard creating a tense feeling in the air. After enduring the struggle to get this monster into the boat I was joyous, yet tired. The stench of the fish was atrocious and smelt foul but it can’t overshadow the excitement and elation that filled my body. After that I was ready to head back to shore. The sunset was peeking and dinner was being made. As I wait for my moms ambrosial and palatable macaroni and cheese with ham, I sit on the dock and await the admirable sun to begin setting. As fire meet the water its final rays of light bled out in magnificent hues of red, orange, and magenta onto the horizon until there was nothing but a faint dark stain of its existence. I was ready for another radiant diversion and I know it was time to have a bon fire! Sitting around the fire all swaddled in blankets we roasted luscious marshmallows for delectable s’mores. We sit back and gaze at the luminous ethereal stars, my eyes heavy as lead and soon to no longer see. Swiftly I loose consciousness and this golden paradise rests in my dreams.


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It sounds as if you had a list of random words and you incorporated them into a story. Your sentences are disjointed, it was unsettling to read your story. I think of indigenous as describing living things, not places. What kind of organisms could possibly confine a cabin? You are saying that boats were out tubing and fishing, they cannot do either one, only people can do those things. The phrase "like there is no tomorrow" is a cliche, so you should never use it. You should use "child" not "a little one". "Finally the feeling I had been waiting for happened" is awkward and passive and convoluted; you should be more direct. Smelled not smelt. Peeking or peaking? mom's not moms. Describing something as "palatable" after just describing it as "ambrosial" is silly and a contradiction; ambrosial describes something that cannot taste any better, palatable describes something that you are able to stand tasting but not much better. Admirable sun? That sounds silly because there is no other sun to compare it to, that is, you are implying there are suns you have seen that are not admirable, which cannot be the case. "As fire meet the water..." is the wrong tense at least. I think you mean "As the sun's fire met the water..." Bonfire is one word. We sat back and gazed... Lose not loose. You go back and forth between tenses and past and present. This all happened int he past so you need to have everything in the past tense.

What do you think of thease names for a girl
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My cousin Layney is haveing a baby girl what do you think of thease names Danni Lindsey Lliyam (Dan-ie Lind-sie I-yam) Marteita Daffedill Lliyam (Mar-tie-ta Daff-i-dill I-yam Vinnie Lynn Llinyam (Vin-ie Lin I-yam Maliria Francessia Llinyam (Mal-er-i-a Fran-cess-a I-yam) Daffeyelle Junie Llinyam (Daff-ay-ell June-ie I-yam) Carlinga Gretchen Llinyam (Car-ling-a I-yam) Kaylee Marley Llinyam (Kae-ley Mar-ley I-yam Maylee Kathrine Llinyam (May-ley Kath-rin I-yam) Greyraham Mabbi Llinyam (Grey-ham Mabe-ie I-yam) Moodji Hannie Llinyam (Mood-jie Hane-ie I-yam) Mayla Telie Llinyam (May-lae Tel-ie I-yam) Telinga Irus Llinyam (Tel-ing-a Ir-us I-yam) Arlanea Aurora Llinyam (Are-lane-a Aror-a I-yam) Avriel Lake Llinyam (Av-rie-ail Lae-cke I-yam) Dianna Bonnie Llinyam (Die-anna Bon-ey I-yam) Libby Yestle Llinyam (Lib-ie Yest-el I-yam) Sea Mableine Llinyam (Sea Mable-ing I-yam) My cousin and her hubbie have decided on thease, since they don't have e-net acess they asked me to do this for them they already have a boy name Rennie Troiy Llinyam Oh and Persephone Ginny (Perse-ef-on-ie) Also there is Sydney Bethany Also there is Sydney Bethany


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hmmm...... im not too sure about any of these names... they're all a little 'out there'