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Sep 2017
You cut down my tree with a hatchet. I hate you. Happy birthday. Prepare to die!๏ปฟ "There are millions of delicious chicks and we can't **** 'em all," said Averell Harriman just before he crapped out.
[Let's forget "The Crรฉdit Mobilier Scandal of 1872" for now.]
๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ
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๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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   Breanna Riddle
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