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Jul 2016
You may think that you are, but you're no walk in the park. You're more like a ten mile swim straight down, to the bottom of an ocean where no light can be found, while I'm struggling desperately to breathe, because you put a kink in the hose that holds the air I need to breathe
AK93
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AK93  24/M/United States
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   --- and Mack
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