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1.Put 100mp in your bank per day. if you don't have it, play a game to get it.
2.never use quick buy.
3.use main shops as often as possible
4.don't buy unnecessary items just to resell them, they often end up loosing you money.
5.use clothing rack for all your clothes.
6.play game of the week every day you are on for double mp
7.check shopsearch for items you need, they can give cheap, if they are too expensive, try main.

try these, mm me if these tips have helped.

members helped:

carith

tiggerific

littlemisspurple

make the advice, take the advice it's good advice



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if random had no meaning, life would be boring.

my friend once though grasshoppers said "cricket cricket"
the same friend thought a raindrop was a bug. it doesn't sound funny because you weren't there to discover how randomly funny it was. you don't understand the randomity of it all.

if you could suggest 25 unrandom events in 5or less minutes, i'd be surprised. exactly. so my point is random. so what. randomity is great.


random things:

i think 13+ clubs are stupid because you have to be 13 to be in a club.
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if marapets weren't free, there wouldn't be a tenth of the members.
if there was no such thing as le pets marapets would be boring.
if we couldn't find mp, we wouldn't have as much mp.
if you could join as many clubs as you liked. everyone would own a club.
if everyone were staff, there would be no point in staff.
if there weren't user shops, trades or auctions we'd get no mp ever.
if marapets didn't exist, millions of people would be BORED!
if i hadn't written this stuff, would you know it?
all my goals- thanks to those who help achieve them.


get 100k: done

get 200k: done

get 500k: on my way

get 1mil:

collect 100 avatars:

collect 200 avatars:

get 100 female clothing pieces:

play 500 arcade games:

get 200 marapals:
(feel free to request)

get 500 marapals:
(feel free to request)

i highly appreciate those who have helped and are helping me to achieve my goals.


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Don't read without tissues because it will make you cry if you have a heart..


Daddy's Poem

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

that she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,

for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school

eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees;

a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"

she heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one,"

another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

she heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,

as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,

slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,

because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to
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