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Jan 2020
Clueless is this Buddhist as to Judas was the truthless, I must study how I do this as delusive as these rules is, how the cruelest get the jewels if they just fool this false improvement?, I'm just stupid, still intruded at the pulpit counting tulips, give my two cents to the nuisance who was toothless, start to put sense in his movements, so he moves as if he groups to be affluent, watch my wishes turn to dishes nice and finished to replenish, all my tenants, leave no remnants, my descendants must begin this.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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