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  • Artist Info: Hi. I'm Sinshana. Call me Sin if you want. Yes, you can see that outfit, and you can see that I'm some sort of cop. You can also see that kid beside me, and that is my adopted son, Luke. Supposedly.<br />
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    I picked him up when I saw him looking all tragic when he entered in for questioning. Apparently, he was caught for being in a club at his age. He must've been easy to spot. I mean, look at how young he looks. He gave me one glance with those brown eyes and I was hooked. And uh, so was he, seeing as ever since I've gotten him he's been clinging to my waist. But Luke can do big things. But he never does them alone.<br />
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    I have to mash his potatoes before he eats them. I have to enter with him into the club where he was first caught, which gives me a few memories, really. And Luke likes to drink, but he never loses his head. Maybe he's already lost it. And I was even there watching out for him, ready to throw up as he lost his virginity. Uh, yeah. I even have to pull up his pants every after he pees, because he always forgets.<br />
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    And then there was the day I met his father in Towns, November 12, 2009<br />
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    Dark haired and blue eyed was the guy who gave a weak first impression by following me around in circles. And I gave a weak first impression in return by telling him his name (Pantiko) in my language meant "my panties". <br />
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    And then he told me Luke was his son. I gasped, telling him all these terrible things about my young Luke. And the father seemed to swell with pride. As the conversation carried on, Pantiko seemed to get worse and worse, and I no longer called him by his name. I called him the rapist and refused to let my son even look at him. Then some people came by and asked questions. I told them Luke was my adopted son who had a rapist for a father. And then that man looked me in the eye and said,<br />
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    "You're the mom."<br />
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    He told me a story about how drunk I was at that memorable club, and I was in a frenzy, screaming crap about his mom being some blonde poledancer or a blondie he raped on the street. "You don't memorize every pretty face you meet!" I yelled at him. And he said, "I remember yours."<br />
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    "I refuse to have slept with someone like you!"<br />
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    "Too late >:]"<br />
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    But I still don't believe and believe me, none of those cops at the force i gonna hear about this, because they weren't even curious when I stole these shorts from the prisoner Lex wink <br />
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    Likes: Potatoes, corn, vanilla ice cream--huh? Oh. I thought you meant 'favorite foods'.<br />
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    Dislikes: If cruelty, helplessness, unkindness, understanding and unsympatheticness (is currently finding out if that is a word) of other living things were painful to us then I would have absolutely nothing to say.<br />
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    Meaning of Life: The state of being alive. Source: dictionary. <br />
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    Gaia News: Having trouble with tektek profile layouts... crying <br />
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    Personal News: No duh.
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