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  • TweakUnique
    • Sep 2, 2015
    • 1 min read

Nate B

We met conversing at music night, we settled on a certain facet: The story of my health improvement… from nothing short of Magic.

Our gatherings would soon diversify into a game where we carefully miss. And all our aim and concerted tries are thrown by hand with discs.

It’s lucky that I met this dreaded guy. It’s almost like he fell in by fate. With that poofy hair on your stoop. I see you all the time, Nate.

And yet again we have a mutual hobby. The blur of the hacky sack in the air. Round house kicks and scorpion whips. Watch the jump snap of the Blair!

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