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Sep 2017
I was eating pork
with a 3-tined fork
when Chris did lunge
with his puke-wet sponge


Your mother and my mother are mothers.


How are we going to be pretend lovers, with a pretend baby on the way, if you're pretentious?


The ****** ***** ain't worth the Alpo.

Your red hair (all of it) has everything to do with us.
ꜱᴜᴢᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ
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ꜱᴜᴢᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ  Simpang Bedok, Singapore
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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