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the air is spicy, or maybe i am just - caucasian. i was told i was puerto rican, but i do not see it. if i was, the air would not be this spicy. i choke on oxygen. the air pollutes my lungs wrapping them in a toasty feeling. it's the spice in the air. or maybe i am just caucasian.
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
caucasian
the air is spicy, or maybe i am just - caucasian. i was told i was puerto rican, but i do not see it. if i was, the air would not be this spicy. i choke on oxygen. the air pollutes my lungs wrapping them in a toasty feeling. it's the spice in the air. or maybe i am just caucasian.
don't take this seriously, it's a joke
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
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