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Walking home ripped I tripped on a dead dog half-in the ditch hard as a log and stinking. I said *Scoot over bro, come morning there won't be a spit of difference between you and I in the eyes of the buzzards and the beholders.*
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
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Walking home ripped I tripped on a dead dog half-in the ditch hard as a log and stinking. I said *Scoot over bro, come morning there won't be a spit of difference between you and I in the eyes of the buzzards and the beholders.*
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Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
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