๐๐ฌ๐ฒ'๐ฏ๐ข ๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ก ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ฉ๐ข
๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ค๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ก
๐๐ข๐๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ'๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด๐ซ
๐๐ซ๐ก โ ๐ด๐ข๐ญ๐ฑ, ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐ฏ โ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฑ
๐๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ด๐ข๐ข๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ซ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ข
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๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ข๐ซ
The History: His hair as he aged became a rusty auburn. In his youth, I'd call it a golden strawberry. That was what I fell for. When the bullies came, I put myself on the front lines. Almost like fighting for America: bitter when it sinks in that the recruiter gets paid to lie.