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May 27
My toast was burned beyond edibility and eatableness in a diesel fire that ruined my bag of apples and singed the wigs of 3 ex-lesbians who were lucky enough to get out alive. Please Mister Grave Digger, spare me the cold Earth, the rockslides and avalanches.
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