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May 2017
You hit me like a ******* hurricane.
You came in and wrecked everything
I had built and left my town in pieces.
And I ******* let you
because I loved you
and I would have done anything for you.
I wouldn't have wanted anyone else
to do the damage, only you.
And I let you do it because I only
wanted you.
And it's not a coincidence that the
only whiskey I can get down smoothly is
Jameson.
his name
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     Pagan Paul, Angelina Ruhama and ---
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