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Nov 8
Little Tyrone picked up a beer bottle and hid it down his pants (for later). He lived with Jamaal (his number 1 homie) in a cardboard box behind a burned-out Kmart. One day they would get a better cardboard box and live like African kings. "Let's rob a ***** tonight," Jamaal suggested. "We could get enough money to vacation in Switzerland after buying a couple of new helicopters," Tyrone added. Suddenly a few cops came out of the bushes, gay cops who were doing gay things. Tyrone was scared. "We're never going to get new helicopters now," he whispered to Jamaal.
๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ
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๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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