A teenager’s poem being hailed on the internet seems to be very similar in theme and style to a Jonathan Reed poem, ‘The Lost Generation.’
Whilst young Jordan's poem still makes you feel a range of emotions.
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A 14-Year-Old Boy's Poem Goes Viral, Appears To Be Copied From Jonathan Reed
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22 Books You Should Read Now, Based On Your Childhood Favorites
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The 21 Most Gasp-Worthy Moments From The "Scandal" Midseason Premiere
But where was Mama Pope?! Warning: SPOILERS AHEAD!
When Mellie walked in on Fitz and Olivia making out in the oval office.
And acted like it happens all the time. Because maybe it does?
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Then Vice President Sally Langston confirmed she was splitting the ticket to run against Fitz, but staying on as VP in the meantime.
She wouldn't want to let her country down!
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Fitz solidified that his drinking may be a problem.
It's not even noon...
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And James teamed up with David to figure out what happened to Daniel Langston.
Even if it means destroying his husband. The Beenes really have a wonderful marriage.
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Sarah Michelle Gellar Just Picked Angel Over Spike And Nothing Will Ever Be The Same
During a Reddit AMA , Sarah Michelle Gellar put an end to the immortal question: Angel or Spike?
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While Buffy went back and forth between Angel and Spike throughout the seven-season run of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Sarah Michelle Gellar made her choice known during a Reddit AMA on Feb. 27.
A user named WilliamTheBloody3 asked (and probably regretted later, judging from the moniker), "Spike or Angel?"
Gellar replied, in all caps, "ANGEL."
Understandably, that kicked off a swirling storm of insanity in the comments, and a little while later a user named Defeasiblefee re-asked the inciting question, maybe hoping that Gellar had misunderstood: "Settle a debate going on over at r/buffy right now. Angel or Spike?"
"Still Angel," Gellar replied.
Gellar appeared to drive a final stake through Spike fans' hearts when she was asked, "How did David Boreanaz smell?" by user Zoidberg3000. Gellar's response: "I can say that David honestly smells very good and continues to smell very good. I apologize to Jamie his wife for answering that question." So looks like the debate is settled, then.
Oh, who are we kidding, this debate will rage on forever!
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An Extensive Ranking Of 116 "Clueless" Outfits
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Two Cirque Du Soleil Acrobats Put It All Out There To Show That Trust Takes Time, But It’s Worth It
As acrobats in Cirque du Soleil, Alya and Gael literally put their lives in someone else’s hands. That might be scary, but what they’re able to accomplish is amazing.
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10 True Tinder Stories That Will Make You Want To Fall In Love Or Hide Under The Covers
It’s going down, we’re talking Tinder.
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My friend whom I have a massive crush on found me on Tinder — the one I made him get so that maybe he wouldn't find out what a massive crush I have on him. We right-swiped each other obviously 'cause that's friend etiquette, right? Now we just send each other ridiculous Tinder screenshots and bond over it. I was secretly pleased when his first Tinder date sucked because "she didn't think he was funny." I think he's hilarious.
I'd been on Tinder a few months, and had a pretty good idea of the lay of the land. Two-thirds of matches respond to me, and going from the app to texting is a big move that usually takes a day or two of Tinder chatting.
So it was with great excitement that one of my matches not only offered her number up right away, but actually called me the night we matched after a few texts (warning sign No. 1). The conversation was a little forward (warning sign No. 2), but we hit it off, so I didn't think much of it.
Some texting the next day led to an unsolicited topless photo, and demands for selfies (warning sign No. 3). Now, I don't take selfies — I abhor them — but I thought, Don't be a grandpa, this is what all the cool kids are doing! So I took a photo and sent it, not knowing that this was the key with which I had unlocked a Pandora's box of crazytown.
What followed was a barrage of texts and calls at random times of the day and night, demands for more pictures, and quick flashes of anger if I did not text or call back right away. She was more possessive than all my previous girlfriends combined, and we hadn't even met! One time she badgered me for hanging out with my male friend on a Saturday, made veiled references to us being gay, and even refused to let me get off the phone while he and I were ordering sushi.
The behavior was so odd that I decided to look her up on Facebook, which led to googling, which led me to a website dedicated to women who catfish athletes. Turns out my match is a compulsive liar who used to catfish athletes (maybe still does?!). Frankly, I didn't know if I should be pumped that I was a rung down from "pro athlete" or ashamed that she figured she "needed to move on to dumber prey" and zeroed in on me. A Google reverse image search showed me half the images she posted on Tinder were not really her. I was in a total panic and we had a date set up the next day.
I canceled the date, ignored some angry texts and more fake photos, and learned a valuable Tinder lesson: You're going to have to work hard and pass some tests for me to give up my number now.
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You Should Know And Love Daisy The Underbite Dog
An abandoned and then rescued pup, Daisy is working hard to spread the word that special needs animals are more than capable of being AWESOME !
This is Daisy:
If you haven't noticed, she has a bit of an underbite.
It's adorable.
She also has a pretty sweet set of wheels.
Daisy's forelimbs are paralyzed at the elbows and her wrists are twisted.
She was born this way.
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Jennifer Lawrence And The History Of Cool Girls
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What’s your favorite Jennifer Lawrence moment? When she tripped on the way to accept her Academy Award, or when the paparazzi snapped photos of her drinking Veuve Cliquot straight out of the bottle? Or maybe it was the ease with which she regaled Conan O'Brien with a tale of butt plugs, or the Vine of her spilling mints in the middle of press conference? My personal moment happened backstage at the Oscars, when, with the help of a mildly lecherous Jack Nicholson, she turned the normally banal post-win interview into a master class in charm. He sneaks up on her, she freaks and fangirls out, they do some weird flirting, and when Nicholson leaves, Lawrence just loses it: “OH MY GOD,” she gasps, her face in her hands.
But is Jennifer Lawrence really just like us? She has a stunningly beautiful face and an equally fantastic body. She’s now nominated for her third Academy Award, and she’s also the star of the highest-grossing movie of the year. She’s award-collecting director David O. Russell’s favorite new muse. She’s operating on another level.
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Then again, she’s also the girl who has gastrointestinal distress and talks about it on national television. She grew up in Kentucky on a broad swath of land, where, as the kid sister to two older brothers, she spent a lot of time fishing and tomboying around; in her own unfortunate words, “I was so dykey.” Her nickname was “Nitro,” and instead of spending time at Claire’s with the middle school girls after school, she played on the all-boys basketball team. By the age of 14, she was pushing her parents to take her to New York to start her acting career — just in time to extract her from the high school gender politics that could have made her self-conscious of the sort of frankness we now so closely associate with the J.Law image.And it’s an image that keeps amplifying: She may have shed her tomboy pastimes, but she still loves fries, pizza, and Doritos — which she recently confessed to getting all over her American Hustle costumes. She talks about food, and her voracious appetite, constantly. She photobombs like a boss. She hates exercising and promises to punch anyone who says “I like exercising” in the face. Girls love her, guys desire her. I love J.Law, you love J.Law, everybody loves J.Law.
But, no, she’s not like us. She’s like a perfect character out of a book. Specifically, a book by Gillian Flynn called Gone Girl (currently being developed into a David Fincher movie), in which a main character describes a very particular yet familiar archetype:
“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.”
The Cool Girl has many variations: She can have tattoos, she can be into comics, she might be really into climbing or pickling vegetables. She’s always down to party, or do something spontaneous like drive all night to go to a secret concert. Her body, skin, face, and hair all look effortless and natural — the Cool Girl doesn’t even know what an elliptical machine would look like — and wears a uniform of jeans and tank tops, because trying hard isn’t Cool. The Cool Girl has a super-sexy ponytail.
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The Cool Girl never nags, or “just wants one” of your chili fries, because she orders a giant order for herself. She’s an ideal that matches the times — a mix of feminism and passivity, of confidence and femininity. She knows what she wants, and what she wants is to hang out with the guys.Cool Girls don’t have the hang-ups of normal girls: They don’t get bogged down by the patriarchy, or worrying about their weight. They’re basically dudes masquerading in beautiful women’s bodies, reaping the privileges of both. But let’s be clear: It’s a performance. It might not be a conscious one, but it’s the way our society implicitly instructs young women on how to be awesome: Be chill and don’t be a downer, act like a dude but look like a supermodel.
You probably know someone playing a Cool Girl in real life, and you probably resent her — unless you’re a straight dude, in which case you probably think she’s great. But Lawrence performs Cool Girlness with such skill, such seamlessness, that it doesn’t seem like a performance at all. I’m not suggesting that Lawrence is intentionally inauthentic, scheming, or manipulative: Rather, like all the Cool Girls you know, she’s subconsciously figured out what makes people like her, and she’s using it. But is this persona truly “cool,” or is it a reflection of society’s unreasonable and contradictory expectations of women?
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Jennifer Lawrence is by no means the first nationally visible Cool Girl. Olivia Munn, Olivia Wilde, and Mila Kunis are recent also-rans, but the Cool Girl has a genealogy that traces all the way back to silent Hollywood. Famous Cool Girls are women who became stars during periods of societal anxiety over increasing freedoms for women, and as people quietly wondered whether women, once emancipated, would become homely, castrating bitches. Cool Girls have been proof positive that a woman could be liberated and progressive and yet pleasing to men, both in appearance and in action.
Yet the Cool Girl’s cool is ephemeral. We’ve been anticipating the J.Law backlash for months, but if and when it comes, it’ll have less to do with Lawrence and more to do with the need for a new articulation of the Cool Girl to keep the myth alive. This is an anxiety that needs constant soothing, and one star can provide only so much reassurance. One minute you’re cool, perfectly balancing the progressive and the regressive, but when that balance falters, you’re too much, too sexual, too loud, too performative, and the cultural backlash sweeps you under.
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Clara Bow never stopped moving. On screen, in interviews, running from one date to the next, even standing, she was like toddler constantly rocking back from heel to toe. She had short, flaming red hair, a thick Brooklyn accent, and horrible manners; instead of dining with the stodgy Hollywood elite, she spent her weekends hanging out at the USC football games, flirting with the players, including a young, pre-stardom John Wayne. Over the course of the ‘20s, Bow became the flapper par excellence: In films like Dancing Mothers, she drank and danced the Charleston and rode in cars with boys; in It, she became the biggest star in the world — and the first Cool Girl.
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As a kid, Bow spent most of her time trying to play with boys: hanging out at the dirt baseball diamond like a scene straight from a League of Their Own. But she was the Madonna, not the Rosie O’Donnell; as she recalled in a three-part fan magazine profile, “I always played with the boys. I never had any use for girls and their games. I never had a doll in all my life. But I was a good runner, I could beat most of the boys and I could pitch.” As she aged, the tomboy stuck: Even in high school, she wore hand-me-down skirts and old sweaters: “I didn’t give a darn about clothes or looks. I only wanted to play with the boys.”But it didn’t matter how much Bow dismissed clothes, or makeup, or other girls. She had the one thing that a girl really needs to succeed: a stunning face. And it was that face, entered into a magazine contest, that earned Bow her chance at stardom. At first, she struggled to find roles — her face was round and innocent, but her eyes gave off something wild and electric. She couldn’t play the slinky, vampish roles then dominated by Gloria Swanson, but neither was she a Mary Pickford-esque good girl. Where Swanson was angular, Bow was round; where Swanson moved languidly, Bow ricocheted across the room.
Bow didn’t fit the Hollywood mold — but then, over the course of three manic years, she transformed the mode entirely. The vamp and the good girl were out; the flapper, of which Bow was labeled the most vibrant example, was in. Everyone knows the flapper stereotype: endlessly dancing the Charleston, with drop-waisted, heavily fringed dresses and finger curls. But that’s just the Halloween costume version of the flapper. Flappers were, in truth, an amplified version of the “New Woman” — a type that F. Scott Fitzgerald famously described as “lovely, expensive, and about 19.” After the first World War, the continued spread of modernity, combined with growing rights for women, made it possible for more and more young, single women to move to cities, where they lived with other women, went to movies, road streetcars, and used their wages to buy things, especially clothes.
By the mid-‘20s, the cities were filled with millions of these New Women, and the most visible and vibrant ones, including Bow herself, became the flappers of the public imagination. Bow rarely wore the fringed dresses we associate with the type; instead, she wore a cloche-style hat over her unruly, flaming red hair, along with drop-waisted gauzy shifts and a noted lack of bra. But Bow was no waif: She had luscious, perky breasts; the effect when she bounced across, however, wasn’t obscene so much as joyful.
On screen, Bow’s characters reveled in everything: walking, dancing, drinking, flirting, even just being in their own bodies. There’s a perfect scene from Dancing Mothers when Bow fights her way into a suitor’s apartment, grabs the cocktail shaker from the butler, and takes a huge drink, and shivers with delight as the alcohol makes its way through her body.
See the way everything about her feels like a wink? How natural and easy life seems to her? Textbook Cool Girl. Clara Bow wasn’t just hot: She was fun. She never nagged, or stayed home watching rom-coms; she never complained, or was scared or shy. She had loads of “It” — a word that came, in the late ‘20s, to stand in for sex appeal. But It was more than just sexiness. As defined by Photoplay, It was a “sort of invisible aura that surrounds your being and bathes you in its effulgence” — and anyone with It is “always utterly un-self-conscious and perfectly indifferent and unaware of anyone’s interest in her. The moment self-consciousness enters into the affair, ‘It’ departs.”
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Bow acknowledged that the It quality attributed to her came from her “fearlessness”: “Perhaps I’m just a regular girl, a tomgirl, one that doesn’t think of men much, maybe it’s my indifference to them.” And therein lies the crux of the Cool Girl, adapted from One Direction: She doesn’t care if she’s beautiful; that’s what makes her beautiful.
Bow’s nonchalance was by no means limited to the screen. She showed up for interviews in outfits thrown together from her closet (in 1927: “a white flannel sport outfit — no sleeves, very short” with “white kid sandals, no hose, and a jaunty little blazer cap”), she loved to gamble, and she plowed through men. Gary Cooper, director Victor Fleming, Gilbert Roland, Yale student Robert Savage — she was engaged (and quickly unengaged) to them all once she grew tired of making out with them. She was a man-eater, but it wasn’t on purpose: She just loved hanging out with men, and “engagements” were the easiest way to do so.
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And for a while, Bow’s strategy worked perfectly. At the height of her popularity, she received 45,000 fan letters a week — and her trademark “bee-stung” lips and red hair were emulated en masse, sending sales of henna through the roof. But by 1930, the public began to grow weary with her. She found herself “engaged” to yet another man, but instead of celebrating the new dalliance, the press ridiculed it. When the still-engaged Bow was caught in Dallas flirting with her very married doctor — all while exchanging sexy telegrams with actor Rex Bell — she didn’t seem like a Cool Girl so much as a caricature of one. She began amassing giant gambling debts, claiming not to have noticed the difference between $14,000 and $1,400, and the gossip columnists began to tease her openly about her weight gain.
But things were about to get much worse: In the fall of 1930, Bow discovered her former hairdresser and current confidant Daisy DeVoe had been skimming her accounts. Bow fired her immediately and filed charges against her, but before the case went to trial, DeVoe took her revenge, selling “secrets” of Bow’s private life to a local tabloid. The “secrets” were total bombast — Bow slept with dogs; Bow slept with the entire USC football team; Bow had every strain of VD — and everyone knew the paper was trash. But they stuck: Bow was, after all, a confident, shameless girl; who’s to say she wouldn’t have behaved that way?
And so the patina of Cool Girl left Bow behind. After a humiliating trial that damaged Bow more than DeVoe, she retreated to the desert with new husband Rex Bell. An attempted comeback, making light of the allegations against her, fell flat. In the depths of the Depression, the flapper — and, by extension, Bow — wasn’t a Cool Girl, or an It Girl, but a tired, forgotten woman who quickly receded in the public imagination. Today, the biggest star of the late ‘20s is remembered mostly via Kenneth Anger’s Hollywood Babylon, which reproduced the most salacious of the tabloid rumors about her. But for a handful of years in the late ‘20s, Bow was the bee’s knees.
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22 Worries Everyone Has During Pilates
Please don’t fart, please don’t fart…
Your butt will be way too close to the person's face behind you.
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That you look like you're just flopping around.
That you'll look too excited to get started.
Let's burn it up!!!
That you'll fart and disgust everyone around you.
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NBC News Reporter Rescued From Waist-High Mud During California Storm Coverage
“Take a look at how deep this mud is, 4 feet in some areas,” Almaguer explained while standing in a massive pool of mud that had slid from a hillside.
NBC News correspondent Miguel Almaguer reports from a mudslide in Azusa, Calif., on Feb. 28.
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An NBC News correspondent who waded into waist-high mud to deliver a jaw-dropping report as a powerful storm slammed California had to be rescued by firefighters after he became stuck in the thick mess.
Miguel Almaguer, who was reporting for NBC Nightly News, delivered a broadcast Friday from Azusa, Calif., where an unstable hillside prompted mandatory evacuations for residents.
"Take a look at how deep this mud is, 4 feet in some areas," Almaguer explained while standing in a massive pool of mud that had slid from a hillside.
But after the segment ended, Almaguer found himself stuck in the mud, unable to get out.
Nearby resident Dennis Sanderson, who apparently noticed the reporter struggling to escape, aided fire officials in rescuing Almaguer with a shovel. Sanderson told the Los Angeles Times Almaguer had intentionally waded into the pool of mud to demonstrate for viewers how thick it was.
After he was rescued, police ordered all news media and residents to evacuate the area.
The NBC News report is below.
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Which "Adventure Time" Character Should Be Your Roommate?
Find out who you’re meant to be awesome roomies with in the Land of Ooo.
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11 Things I Overheard During Miley Cyrus' Bangerz Tour
I went to Miley’s show Saturday at the Staples Center and these were some of the things people said.
"She's definitely doing the tongue thing."
Yes, there were lots of tongues. There were Miley fans with hair nubbins who stuck their tongues out, Miley shirts for sale with tongues on them, and, of course, this giant tongue slide hanging out of this giant Miley head that Miley slid down at the beginning of the show while singing "SMS (Bangerz)."
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"It's awesome."
Miley danced around with neon-colored furries, which, depending on your definition of the word, could very easily be classified as "awesome."
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"Wooooooooo!"
Miley did a little twerking, as did her dancers. She also spanked one of her dancers and everyone in the crowd seemed excited about that bit.
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"Of course."
Ahhhh, yes, marijuana leaves. For "Love Money Party," Miley rode out on a golden car wearing an outfit covered in marijuana leaves, and there was an immediate and noticeable increase of people smoking marijuana in the arena. Of course.
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Someone Dubbed This Cat "Pattycake" Video In French It's Shockingly Human
Whatttttt. So much cute.
You know this video...of two cats playing pattycake? ADORABLY?
Now, some smarty pants has dubbed it over, so these furry friends are now speaking French.
And it is a known fact: Anything that is already cute becomes a gagillion times cuter when it's in French.
Of course, there are subtitles to help you out. Either way, their little spat is ridiculously human.
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There's A Graphic Of Every Best Actress Winner’s Oscar Outfit And It Is Amazing
Which of the 67 killer looks is your favorite?
London-based media agency Mediarun Digital has released an eye-popping graphic of every Oscar dress worn by the Academy Award winners for Best Actress.
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The graphic displays 67 dresses, from Janet Raynor's "Off The Rack" dress at 1929's event to Jennifer Lawrence's 2013 Christian Dior creation.
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Paul North, head of content and strategy at Mediarun, said the firm created the graphic as a "case study" for what they can do for fashion brands.
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13 Celebrity Instagrams You May Have Missed This Week
So many selfies so little time.
Aaron Paul and Ellie Goulding finally met and were beyond excited about it.
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Kimberley Walsh announced that she's pregnant and celebrated with a big hug from Cheryl Cole.
Congrats!
Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher kept schtum about engagement rumours, but did share this loved-up selfie.
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Helen Flanagan got ill and shared a snotty selfie.
Which is what everyone wants to see, right?
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20 Things More Important Than How You Look
This National Eating Disorders Awareness Week, celebrate the features that really matter.
"My Best Feature"
February 23 to March 1 is National Eating Disorders Awareness Week. Around the country, members of campus mental health advocacy group Active Minds, Inc. are raising awareness through a photo campaign called "My Best Feature." Here are just a few of the features that members of the Ithaca College, George Mason University, Cerritos College, and UCLA communities are celebrating this week:
1. Optimism
2. Enthusiasm
3. Determination
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Which Leonardo DiCaprio Character Are You?
Just give him the damn Oscar.
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Demi Lovato Took The Selfie Of All Selfies With Bill Clinton
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Which Biblical Heroine Are You?
Figure it out in this new test(ament).
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