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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Dear Caylee,

I want to save you.  I want to fuck the fagot up whose giving you drugs so you can play with your brother.  He makes us cry.  Oh My God Caylee don't.  It feels so good to cry sometimes.  I want to save you.  Oh my god andre, why did you make homemade wine?  

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