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Mar 2018
The Halifax Gibbet was an early guillotine.
You tore my pig clear through from belly to right shoulder over, up
the back where a sow exits a piggy-back litter like tuna-flesh clover
𝘚𝘢𝘻𝘺 π˜‰π˜¦π˜³π˜­π˜ͺ𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺
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