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hello my name is Andrea Hunter. I would have been Andrea Niederauer if i had known how to spell it. i enjoy it when people call me Dre, and to my great amazement people have started doing it. i enjoy old things and i am completely in love with Jesus Christ Superstar. i like clothes, and between new stuff i buy and old stuff my mom gives me, i have officially run out of closet space. i get annoyed when people ask me how i'm doing, just to make convorstation, and i usualy answer with "good" to make them find another topic to fill the awkward silence with. i despise small talk and avoid it at all costs. i'd rather sit in silence then waste energy pretending to be carefree. i try to avoid dumping my problems on my friends but i end up doing it anyway. without my friends i would be lost right now. i enjoy having deep convorations because they get my mind off of the perishable troubles i go through. i have just recently received a stab in the back and and a kick to the heart, but i am glad to say i am recovering quite well, even if i am having troubles. i like to play with matches and lighters, so i guess i am a pyro by definition. i thouroughly enjoy being different, in any way possible. apparently i look exactly like my mom, but i dont see it. i am an avid fan of tea, and have decided that only the extremely cool kids harvest their own, and i am proud to say i am one of those kids. i play too many car games, and my record is one yellow smart car, two yellow, a red and a blue punchbuggie, along with 8 yellow cars, all seen in less than ten minutes. i have a terrible memory and cannot remember what i was about to say. oh yes, the number thirty four follows me around, and i am becoming quite fond of it. only one person would realize this but i have so much to say i made two of these

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