Andy's Bitter/Sweet Confessions

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Was he?</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>NOTE:  This is an article from a teen magazine.</B></div> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B><IMG SRC="3ae15420.jpg" border=0 width="533" height="578" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>