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Hawk Nelson Concert

erika18

Published: Mar 31, 2008

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It was great, even if my pictures are blurry~ full view! For those of you that really don't know, (shame!) the guy in the picture(s) is Jason Dunn, lead singer / piano player of Hawk Nelson.

He's cool. Even with his new hair-do.

Hawk nelson is awesome!

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ResidentPyscho

Aug 1, 2009

All right. Let's play hardball.

THIS IS A MESSAGE FROM ERIKA!

HAVE YOU NOTICED THAT SHE'S "MISSING"? HER WEBSITE HAS BEEN HACKED VERY RECENTLY. THE LAST POST WAS HERS, BUT NOW SHE IS NO LONGER IN CONTROL. SHE WANTS HER FRIENDS TO KNOW THIS SO THEY'LL BE READY FOR WHATEVER. I TRIED TELLING YOU ALL ALREADY, BUT SOME ****** FLAGGED THIS AS SPAM. THIS IS A REAL MESSAGE.

Erika: Guys, seriously. Please believe this, it's not a joke, I really can't access my own account. I'll get this account to send you messages personally that the new user of this site cannot hide from you ASAP, but as you know, I've got problems. Until then, I WANT TO BE CLEAR. I'M. NOT. HERE.

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