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Friday, 1 January 2016
Outing 2
I'm the red spot close to Gandhi's bald head. I'm so disappointed about the political compass I've got, despite how I answered to the questions about the race...
Why don't you go to the website, take the test and then let me know? I'm quite curious.
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