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Dear readers that don't exist,


How are you doing? Welcome to the strange life of Gustof II. I'll be you're wondering where that name comes from. Well, it all started by in 7th grade when my friend Juny went on a kick of nicknaming people in our class. One was Jumanji, another superfly and I ended up with Gustof. Little did I know at the time that my Great-Grandfather, the first Lundstrom of our family in America, was Named Anders Gustauve. I decided to take the name fully then and ever since it has developed into Gus and Gustof. Unfortunately, there is also one girl who calls me 'Gussy', but that is a deplorable name that might get you into trouble should you choose to call me that.

Anyway, back to the strange life mentioned before. Seeing as my memory is a little malfunctional, I'll rely on info from friends and family to relate stories should they come to mind. The first story is actually split in a few different parts: how I met my best friends. Spencer and Mike have been in the same ward as me for as long as any of us can remember. We have been the dynamic trio for scouts, school and church. They're both a grade ahead of me, so that makes it a little harder. There is Julia, the best friend anyone could have. Now, Julia's sister met my sister in Junior high and were the best of friends so the families were fairly familiar with each other. On the back to school night of 7th grade, Julia came with her sister, Meredith, who just happened to see me with my mother. Of course My mother and Meredith started talking and introduced me to Julia. Later I found out that Julia was thinking something along the lines of, "Oh good, a Lundstrom. He can help me with my math." Correct me if I'm wrong, Julia. We've known each other ever since. Mara, my confidant in all things, was in my english class in 7th grade and we got to know each other there. I met Amelia in the same fashion, except it was sophomore year in Math and Seminary.

Well, there are the best of my friends but there are many others who make my day

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