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Me and JB

My friends all made fun of me. For what, you ask? For being a HUGE fan of the Jonas Brothers. They hated the Jonas Brothers and I thought it was crazy. Who could not like the Jonas Brothers?
It was a typical Saturday morning. My little brother Joey was up early watching cartoons and I came down stairs at 12:30. I was still in my pajama’s and unaware of who I would be seeing today. I sat down next to Joey, yawning when the door bell rang. I looked like a total wreck. My hair was up in a pony-tail but looked as if I hadn’t brushed in it a month. My T-shirt was way too short and my breath was like, well, morning breath. I really didn’t care how I looked until I answered the door. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It looked like Kevin Jonas. I must still be sleeping I thought. Well, yes, I did live in California but not anywhere near the Jonas Brothers for all I knew.
“Hi,” I said. Going along with my so called “dream”.
“Hi, I’m Kevin and I’m pleased to meet you!” he said. Then, I knew I wasn’t dreaming!!

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