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Sep 2017
I'm slap-happpy happy. The extra P is to mark my territory.
Open your eyes. I baked pies.
I love you most with buttered toast.
Your teeth look tired. I'll chew for awhile.
I'm all begotten wrong by a long Hong Kong sing-song Tong.
𝘚𝘢𝘻𝘺 π—•π—²π—Ώπ—Ήπ—Άπ—»π˜€π—Έπ˜†
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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