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Nov 2017
As fun-loving, adventure-seeking children we would sing, during the bus ride home through rural Pennsylvania: β€œWhen your ***** hit the walls like Niagara Falls, it's a rupture. It's a rupture. When you fall off a cliff and your **** hits a stick, it's a rupture. It's a rupture.”
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