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Board sign. Black paint. Wind over the barren waste. Dust storm. Gut wound. Three, two, one, toward my doom. Population 41. When it's over and done, done, I have another number I've assigned to Him, and by my ******* blood, He's going to get His. Population 41. Does this shanty even have a doctor? High five the sign as I pass it, with a ****** palm print. Welcome, 42.
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 9:21 PM UTC
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Board sign. Black paint. Wind over the barren waste. Dust storm. Gut wound. Three, two, one, toward my doom. Population 41. When it's over and done, done, I have another number I've assigned to Him, and by my ******* blood, He's going to get His. Population 41. Does this shanty even have a doctor? High five the sign as I pass it, with a ****** palm print. Welcome, 42.
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 9:21 PM UTC
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