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Anger

by LERocmar

Dangle me in front of your lads. This is what you won't understand. Tu es un petit garcon. Tu es bete et tu es bete. Tu ris a moi. Tu me ris. Mais tu ne parles pas francais. Donc, tu es la blague. Auch, du sprichst nicht Deutsche. Du bist scheisse. You make me angry. Dont' come into my room and insult me. Let's see how you like it, Petit Garcon.
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Dec 2, 2019
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