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Aug 2017
"Your ******* are too high," I said to the Cadillac salesman. "How might I ever trust you?" ~ "Trust has to be earned," he said as he led me to the most expensive Cadillac ever made. ~ "I can't afford this one!" I exclaimed. ~ "Yes you can," said he assuringly. ~ "How would you know that, Mister High ****?" I asked.
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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