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n sync is good to have around because they bring hope to people who dont have any which i think is the best thing to do in this world. so much pain is here and n sync is trying to take that pain away. people out there probably think that i worship n sync and that i have a shrine but i do not i just have all their tapes and cds and stuff.

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