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My mommy has a black gun that she keeps in her black bag. she has it to protect us she tells us with a drag. Some times she takes it off and puts it on a high shelf. A place where a little person can't reach it a person like my self. Like Dorthy the only time she leaves it alone is when shes taking her bath. And sometimes I think "maybe i'll take it" while she thinks that  i'm doing my math. I'll introduce it to my temple and then i'll release it's wrath.
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
My mommy has a gun
My mommy has a black gun that she keeps in her black bag. she has it to protect us she tells us with a drag. Some times she takes it off and puts it on a high shelf. A place where a little person can't reach it a person like my self. Like Dorthy the only time she leaves it alone is when shes taking her bath. And sometimes I think "maybe i'll take it" while she thinks that  i'm doing my math. I'll introduce it to my temple and then i'll release it's wrath.
madeline-clow
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
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