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Here is my friend Partario.
A very cool story about her...(yes, was.)
Once, when we were fishing, he decided to eat some sandwiches. The funny thing
is, he accidentally dropped a sandwich in the water, and it got eaten by all the fish.
So we all ended up with no lunch for the rest of the day, ha.
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The great thing about Partario is
how loyal he is in buisiness transactions.
For example, I had left £10 on the floor at
his house once. Shock, horror, etc.
The next day, I got a call informing me of the money
I had left. It was from him, wow. He could easily have kept the money, but he
morally decided that I should have it, instead of him running off and buying flight
simulator or whatever it was she would have bought! Such is life.
What a cool friend she is, isn't he, heyhey
yes look there it is James.
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Another fabulous story about Partario...once,
when we were in Zimbabwe together, we decided to go clubbing
at a disco called "Shigi-Shant-Zoli-Dantor-Ireneke-Mishi-Oh-Oh."
It was so very exciting. We drank liquids, watched sumo wrestling, and even found Daniel's toy car! It's a nice toy car;
small and red, with a touch of blue resulting in a somewhat delightful little specemin.
Charles Darwin would have been proud. Indeed look there it is.
Here is a poem about Partario:
Partario is nice,
He has hair
Praise!
Partario is good,
He has nice!
Praise it.
"Please entering supporting content here"
No. Please be going away now.
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