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"I upendo wewe so much" Michael alisema as he caressed her face. "I upendo wewe michael" Diane alisema as she kissed him. Michael and diane went on to talk for hours about what it would be like to be parents, and what they would name their daughter. Little did they know mary, her crew and mark sat outside in the bushes looking through the window. "Im so going to break them up if its the last thing i do!" Mary whispered. "Well how are wewe going to do that exactly???? wewe and me have tried everything...nothing seems to break them up." Mark said. "Yea mary...they are like inseprable...its going to be harder...

Diane awoke later that eveing naked in michaels arms. Diane glanced over at the clock to see it was 8:30 in the eveing. Diane rolled over to see that michael was still sound asleep. Diane then kissed him on the lips causing him to wake up. "Hey beautiful" he alisema as he caressed her face then kissed her again. Diane let out a soft sigh. "I'd better go." Diane alisema as she began to throw back the covers. "No...dont go...please stay with me tonight." Michael alisema as he grabbed her arm. Diane thought about it. "Its a saturday night so we dont have to work tommorrow." Michael added. Diane smiled....

"Beep Beep" The alarm clock screams as it wakes up 29 mwaka old Singer/songwriter, producer and actor Michael Jackson. "Ugh" Michael moaned as he gave the alarm clock one good slap and crawled out of kitanda and headed to the kitchen. When he made it to the jikoni he saw a few of his crew sitting around the meza, jedwali eating and chatting. "Oh my god it lives!" michael's wardrobe assitant Tori exclaimed. "Oh shut up." Michael alisema groggliy as he grabbed the machungwa, chungwa juisi and drank it right out of the carton. "Ok thats kinda gross mj, we all need that to drink in the morning." alisema alicia one of michael's...

… In fact, say sources in a position to know, the superstar faked his death to escape the crushing pressures of life in a fishbowl – and he is now socked away in an undisclosed location in Eastern Europe, possibly Hungary, far from the clamor of paparazzi covering his “autopsy” and “funeral” in southern California.

And in the strangest twist of all, say the insiders, once he’s rested and ready, Jackson, 50, will blow the lid off his own hoax – and embark on the most spectacularly lucrative tamasha tour in the history of rock ‘n’ roll.

“Michael is following in the footsteps...