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Feb 2019
glEWd
to my foh
know
left the room
farted
didn’t wash their hands
plANDs
meating date at ate
zfooqnb
closed the door
with spaghetti on the floor
Googleyes glued
to the boody

squease me

but no one will believe me
bc no ones worth believing
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Julia
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Julia  31/Other/Texas
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