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Poor little rich boy. 25 hours a day. He's happy when he's sad. He could do it in his sleep. She said too much, but not enough. It's a reminder, he won't remember. They can start at the end Living dead
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
Contradictions please
Poor little rich boy. 25 hours a day. He's happy when he's sad. He could do it in his sleep. She said too much, but not enough. It's a reminder, he won't remember. They can start at the end Living dead
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
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