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May 2017
I don't cram walnuts. Who does that? These people are my people, these people who cram walnuts. No, no, my name isn't Hitch Ard *****-Lip! You have confused me with Hitch Ard *****-Lip who's been hospitalized for nothing. It's bad, really bad, worse than prussic acid in a milkshake. Don't be scarred, I mean scared. And now through this we must go, the flow of show-snow, of big stop and of no-go.
๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†
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๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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