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Fly high! That's what they'll say, after you wreck your car and spill your brains. They won't know-- or maybe they will. ****** tomb, disguised as "wonderful daughter, great friend." Everyone has earplugs, blindfolds too. The epidemic is supplying some for you. Russian roulette has some competition. This ain't some new invention... Nobody cares-- it's not them. Nobody cares-- unless it's them. But it's too late by then.
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
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Fly high! That's what they'll say, after you wreck your car and spill your brains. They won't know-- or maybe they will. ****** tomb, disguised as "wonderful daughter, great friend." Everyone has earplugs, blindfolds too. The epidemic is supplying some for you. Russian roulette has some competition. This ain't some new invention... Nobody cares-- it's not them. Nobody cares-- unless it's them. But it's too late by then.
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
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