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Dec 2017
I'm down then beveled. I'm subservient yet sassy. I'm intermittently invisible to sonar (not radar nor magnetic imaging). Oriental society entreats me to success. When I'm out (out of my cave which requires no roof maintenance), I'm of the chance-taking, heart-attack faking, mausoleum-shaking caliber that killed Dad deader than Dirk Bogarde & Yoko Tani.
๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ
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๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ  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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