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this neighborhood, thus far my kingdom, where we ride our carriage upon two wheels and a helmet the royal banquet we acquired at the local corner store; on our heads: spiky, ***** greasy hair. We wear it like a crown, and that makes of us kings.
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Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC
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this neighborhood, thus far my kingdom, where we ride our carriage upon two wheels and a helmet the royal banquet we acquired at the local corner store; on our heads: spiky, ***** greasy hair. We wear it like a crown, and that makes of us kings.
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Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC
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