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I liked my mom when she was nicer...      ...nicer when her spirit shined through her work...           ...work on those dentures for that poor old man...                ...poor old man without any teeth. I liked my mom when she was still working on teeth...      ...teeth she no longer works on, and too bad...           ...too bad I liked my mom.
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Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
I liked my mom...
I liked my mom when she was nicer...      ...nicer when her spirit shined through her work...           ...work on those dentures for that poor old man...                ...poor old man without any teeth. I liked my mom when she was still working on teeth...      ...teeth she no longer works on, and too bad...           ...too bad I liked my mom.
She worked on teeth when she was happy, happy people are nice, and I like nice people.
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Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
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