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Nov 2017
Karen mashed her *** into the mattress. "Carlos, we must flee Kibera tonight because our lives are in danger. Carlos!"
   "What? I was someplace else in my brain."
  "Get with the program you grease-ball and see the
indentations that I've made in this mattress with my ***!"
   "Is it that serious?"
   "You betcha! This mattress will never bounce back."
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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