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Nov 2018
“That good for nothing Gary
hurled Princess off the balcony -
I don't know why we married!
(It was because of money.)

Sure, she kept him up at night
but God, she was a dog!
All right, so what, she liked to bite?
She was a little dog.

But we agreed it's time to part
and ended on good terms.
Now, Mister Assassin,
let's make that milksop burn."

“Mrs. Darlene, I must decline.
I’m a lawyer; that's a crime.”
croob
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croob  23/usa
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