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I tripped on this thing. I tripped hard. I looked down and saw eyes. This poor unaware peanut, I could not hear his cries. Apologies of the dearest, poured profusely from me. His oil everywhere. What an unaware peanut, shame. I ruined his claim. He felt atop the world. Until I came crashing down.
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Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
Unaware Peanut
I tripped on this thing. I tripped hard. I looked down and saw eyes. This poor unaware peanut, I could not hear his cries. Apologies of the dearest, poured profusely from me. His oil everywhere. What an unaware peanut, shame. I ruined his claim. He felt atop the world. Until I came crashing down.
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Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
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