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Yesterday on the curb my life ended. The curb bit me, the grand master was controlling it, controlling the curb. The horrible curb tried to hurt me, and succeeded. The curb wasn't' sorry for what it had done. It apologized but didn't mean it. It said it was sorry. It wasn't sorry. But guess what, curb? I have a bulldozer that won't be sorry either.
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Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 5:15 PM UTC
The Curb
Yesterday on the curb my life ended. The curb bit me, the grand master was controlling it, controlling the curb. The horrible curb tried to hurt me, and succeeded. The curb wasn't' sorry for what it had done. It apologized but didn't mean it. It said it was sorry. It wasn't sorry. But guess what, curb? I have a bulldozer that won't be sorry either.
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Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 5:15 PM UTC
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