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Biography

Who am I? Jasmine Khan is a writing assistant who enjoys horse riding, running and tiddlywinks. She is generous and energetic, but can also be very lazy and a bit sleepy. She is Cosmopolitan who defines herself as straight. She has a post-graduate degree in technical science. Physically, Jasmine is in pretty good shape. She is average-height with light skin, black hair and black eyes. She has asymmetrical ears. She grew up in an upper class neighbourhood. She was raised by her father, her mother having left when she was young. She is currently in a relationship with Phil Kay. Phil is the same age as her and works as a technical assistant. Jasmine's best friend is a kitchen assistant called Percy Kemp. They get on well most of the time. She also hangs around with Jenna Gallagher and Jan Cole. They enjoy helping old ladies across the road together. .................................................................................................................................................. Magical..... Jasmine Khan was thinking about Phil Kay again. Phil was a generous writer with solid lips and handsome eyes. Jasmine walked over to the window and reflected on her wild surroundings. She had always loved magical Amsterdam with its loud, little lakes. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel relaxed. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a generous figure of Phil Kay. Jasmine gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a stable, kind, coffee drinker with beautiful lips and pretty eyes. Her friends saw her as a wonky, wicked writer. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a keen kitten. But not even a stable person who had once made a cup of tea for a keen kitten, was prepared for what Phil had in store today. The clouds danced like loving aardvarks, making Jasmine sparkly. Jasmine grabbed a peculiar book that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers. As Jasmine stepped outside and Phil came closer, she could see the smoked smile on his face. Phil gazed with the affection of 8251 remarkable petite pigeons. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want affection." Jasmine looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the peculiar book. "Phil, I love you," she replied. They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two flabby, funny flamingos chatting at a very wild holiday, which had jazz music playing in the background and two energetic uncles swimming to the beat. Jasmine regarded Phil's solid lips and handsome eyes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Jasmine with a delighted grin. Phil looked ecstatic, his emotions blushing like a handsome, hungry cat. Then Phil came inside for a nice cup of coffee. THE END

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I get on with life as a soldier, I'm a stunning kinda person. I like listening to music and mountain biking. I like to contemplate golf. But when I start to daydream, My mind turns straight to skydiving. Oh oh oh! Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes, I notice the way I think about skydiving with a smile, Curved lips I just can't disguise. But I think it's golf making my life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more? Golf or... Skydiving? I like to use words like 'poo' and 'whoops.' I like to use words about golf. But when I stop my talking, My mind turns straight to skydiving. Oh oh oh! Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes, I notice the way I think about skydiving with a smile, Curved lips I just can't disguise. But I think it's golf making my life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more? Golf or... Skydiving? I like to hang out with drew and doll. But when left alone, My mind turns straight to skydiving. Oh oh oh! Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes, I notice the way I think about skydiving with a smile, Curved lips I just can't disguise. But I think it's golf making my life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more? Golf or... Skydiving? I hate getting sun burnt and dead fish. But I just think back to skydiving, And I'm happy once again. Oh oh oh!

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