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Oct 2017
My special ****** cornered me in a corner as he needed “spare change.” I told him that black lives matter a lot and that I was out of “spare change.” He pulled his blade and I shot him police-style (emptied the clip). He died in agony. He's now in ****** heaven wearing droopy pants. Timmy, who was very young when he was 5, loved to roller skate with ******* down the street. One day he was killed by a garbage truck. At the grave, as he was being lowered into the Earth, the minister sadly recalled, “Timmy loved to roller skate” only to have a heckler finish the sentence with, “with *******!” ~ “Yes, yes,” the minister said softly, “Timmy loved to roller skate with *******.” ~ I was putting on a bikini in the fitting room and things were working out well when the building exploded. Terrorists bombed the building to **** people. I was lucky that I wasn't killed by terrorists.
𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ
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𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ  Simpang Bedok, Singapore
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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