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Aug 2020
once again I'm afraid you ask too much.
What's a favor? But a death sentence.
Nothing more to say.
I shall not clean another's mess.
I shall not. I will not.
The only truth.
I will wait but not carry weight.
Once again you ask too much. For I am a peasant and a slave.

-DBE
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DBE  22/M/NY
(22/M/NY)   
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     Autumn, Aer and MS Anjaan
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