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Jul 2020
not bubble brains. I’d like
myself on a plane. It’s all
a numbers game
till the flesh wears out. Next

I’ll film “**** my mouth” This
ain’t no “get rich quick” It’s
a job made up of
******! Their heads

are their *****. A mask is like
a ******. None are happy to
wear it over their bit. But they like
the *** & ***!
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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   Imran Islam
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