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Take that, If Only! Take 2. (Or, practicing back up for myself)

I’ve said it one too many times now for me not to notice: that if they are right about there being lifetimes and about coming back and all that, that I want to come back as certain people’s backup singer.

Like for Madonna, for example. It was a long time ago I said that, but I did.

And then there… Continue reading…