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Today we were taking pictures for the school yearbook (Wesker is finishing eleventh grade, the last year :smile04:)
So, one classmate sat on my left leg, another put her arms around me from behind, and a third stood next to me. The photographer came up and said to me: "Feel like a pimp.")
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?