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Letting In the Wannabe

She tried so hard to fit in it was funny But her disposition was sweet and her smile was sunny So we gave her a pass, and smiled at her lovely ass And let her join, without token or coin. She was the ultimate wannabee, so don’t you see… We did what we could, to allow her to be…. A musketeer, we became four instead of three For she worked so hard to fit in, it was truly funny! Keep it real, we said. Her face was all red. She knew we had allowed, and she felt rather proud. She became kind of a pet, flying as high as a jet. Glad that we let her in, it was a win-win.

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Date: 8/9/2022 8:39:00 AM
Indeed, it was. Wannabe are sad in so many ways. They want so badly to be accepted. I was always proud of my independence. If I couldn't get into a group or club, I started my own!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 8/9/2022 7:38:00 PM
I started my own club in fifth grade.

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