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Apr 18
I am  goods that have the be tested before being committed to.
I am  goods and I do not have a name, nor age, I have no mother, nor father, I roam the streets looking for someone to give me refugee in their beds.
***** what? ,  no.
I'm fearfully and wonderfully made and if you don't like that, well then dammn. take a hike  buckoo.
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