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Hippie

I want to be a hippie but my mum says no, she says i smell to clean an short hair as a hippie just doesnt go. I want to be a hippie but my dad says no as the only drug i take is asprin and son asprin is a drug a hippie just cant smoke. A hippie loves peace and the thought of love, you build war machines so death isnt for hippies and you think love is a joke. So my son you dont drink you dont smoke or do any kind of drug, you have short hair so a hippie you'll never be so no means no.
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