what that don't kill malcolm, only makes you stronger.
Whoop-dee-doo
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Tuesday, December 4, 2007
That's me at four. Cute. Bratty but still cute. Chubby but still cute!
AND, that is boy is NOT my biological brother. He's a cousin of mine who considers my mother his second mother.
I'm cute. Bratty but cute.
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