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Once upon a time there was a beautiful young princess who was loved by all in her kingdom of South Virginia. She was sweet, kind, respectful, innocent, and much more. But this story isn’t about her.
This story is about a young girl who lived in one of those states in America. She was just as perfect as the princess above but she was much, much cooler. Her name was Bailey. She liked to draw and so one day she created an account on a stupid website called deviantArt. This was just before her nineteenth birthday since nobody needs to know about all those other years when she stabbed herself in the thumb and accidentally gave herself a gnarly tattoo.
Anyway, she made that account and just watched a bunch of people that drew for her favorite YouTube channel, VenturianTale. One such person was a little kid who couldn’t draw for crap but still tried anyway. That kid was like twelve and she had illegally made that account but now she’s old enough so there’s nothing anyone can do HA anyway…. She met that kid because that kid drew art for the fan group of VenturianTale. That kid eventually found out it was Bailey’s birthday in a couple days and decided to draw her a picture. We’re not gonna talk about the picture though because it’s not good.
Bailey thought it was cute because a little kid had drawn her a picture for her birthday so she decided that kid was really cool (and she was right). That kid had other friends though and eventually decided to use her awesome skills of friendmaking and sisterskypestealing to talk to some of those friends who lived more than like thirty minutes away. But this story isn’t about her so let’s just skip a few weeks.
She made her own skype and wanted to start a friend group that would eventually become freaking dope and famous and known by all because of how cool everyone was. As she was going through whom all could be apart of that group, her mind went to Bailey because Bailey was a freaking dope person. So she asked for her skype and they called whilst Bailey was fighting through a mob of diseased zombies that were attacking her family.
This was all two years ago when the kid was twelve. Now she’s fourteen and probably wouldn’t be who she is without Bailey. Actually she wouldn’t be who she is without a whole list of people. She’s not around so much anymore so most people glance over her and go straight to how freaking dope Bailey is and that kid is okay with that because she loves Bailey more than lots of people. That kid is literally just sitting here typing and hoping she remembers to post this on Bailey’s birthday. She probably won’t since it’s a Sunday and the kid has church and then she’ll remember at like midnight and be all mad cause she forgot to post it. So if this is late, happy birthday Bailey. Sorry that kid isn’t around so much.

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Once upon a time there was a beautiful young princess who was loved by all in her kingdom of South Virginia. She was sweet, kind, respectful, innocent, and much more. But this story isn’t about her.
This story is about a young girl who lived in one of those states in America. She was just as perfect as the princess above but she was much, much cooler. Her name was Bailey. She liked to draw and so one day she created an account on a stupid website called deviantArt. This was just before her nineteenth birthday since nobody needs to know about all those other years when she stabbed herself in the thumb and accidentally gave herself a gnarly tattoo.
Anyway, she made that account and just watched a bunch of people that drew for her favorite YouTube channel, VenturianTale. One such person was a little kid who couldn’t draw for crap but still tried anyway. That kid was like twelve and she had illegally made that account but now she’s old enough so there’s nothing anyone can do HA anyway…. She met that kid because that kid drew art for the fan group of VenturianTale. That kid eventually found out it was Bailey’s birthday in a couple days and decided to draw her a picture. We’re not gonna talk about the picture though because it’s not good.
Bailey thought it was cute because a little kid had drawn her a picture for her birthday so she decided that kid was really cool (and she was right). That kid had other friends though and eventually decided to use her awesome skills of friendmaking and sisterskypestealing to talk to some of those friends who lived more than like thirty minutes away. But this story isn’t about her so let’s just skip a few weeks.
She made her own skype and wanted to start a friend group that would eventually become freaking dope and famous and known by all because of how cool everyone was. As she was going through whom all could be apart of that group, her mind went to Bailey because Bailey was a freaking dope person. So she asked for her skype and they called whilst Bailey was fighting through a mob of diseased zombies that were attacking her family.
This was all two years ago when the kid was twelve. Now she’s fourteen and probably wouldn’t be who she is without Bailey. Actually she wouldn’t be who she is without a whole list of people. She’s not around so much anymore so most people glance over her and go straight to how freaking dope Bailey is and that kid is okay with that because she loves Bailey more than lots of people. That kid is literally just sitting here typing and hoping she remembers to post this on Bailey’s birthday. She probably won’t since it’s a Sunday and the kid has church and then she’ll remember at like midnight and be all mad cause she forgot to post it. So if this is late, happy birthday Bailey. Sorry that kid isn’t around so much.