"Hello Beautiful. So here's your first clue, 'I'm young, but I have more common sense then you and I put together, who am I." I groaned, I hated riddles. Wise. Young. Smarter then both, I stood up and ran my hands on my wavy hair, slipping on some jean, short-shorts and a shoulder length blouse, grabbing my ray-bans, that Joe had given me. "Frankie!" I ran to the living room and there stood Frankie, with a big smile when he saw me, "Hello Frankster!" I chirped, he waved, and plopped myself next to him as he kept bobbing his head to his I-phone. I starred at him, "By any wicked chance, do you have my next clue?" He nodded, handing me his I-phone, I took it and starred at it confused, "Yea-aa am I suppose to know what this means?" He laughed, and told me to put on the ear-phones I did, and waited, he tapped the play button, as 'Beautiful People' by Chris Brown started to play, I smiled. This song was he liked to call 'one of our songs', I listened but nothing gave me a hint. "Soo-ooo--" Frankie groaned, "Grown-ups," he sighed, "The first time you heard this song, was where?" I thought, biting my lower lip, "Easy. We were in Chicago, a hotel. Waiting for your parents to get us the-- the reception!" I screamed, he smiled and I kissed his cheek, and ran out, passing by Garbo and John-Taylor who smiled and waved good-bye I screamed, 'Bye.' I looked around and nothing. There was many other people waiting to be checked in, I groaned, but then I saw a unicorn, I shook my head <b>...</b>
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