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.you're using all the right words, for all the wrong reasons. the milkman comes round my house prior to 3 a.m.: so who's knocking on the door? Xanadu?          I can't write like this... this yogurt, this bogus...     whoever they are, let them keep their ******* ******           B.b.c.   the broadcaster bankcrupcy Currency...     sell it Hong Helsinki Kong... even at this point, the canvas still remains   ○ ● □ ■... deviant poker.... you have th3 affairs in motion, now watch me give a **** future is yours, Mongol, my women have up... **** em' ...         they don't need me? I don't need them!   what isn't borrowed isn't lent.
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC
A loss of a left hand thumb
.you're using all the right words, for all the wrong reasons. the milkman comes round my house prior to 3 a.m.: so who's knocking on the door? Xanadu?          I can't write like this... this yogurt, this bogus...     whoever they are, let them keep their ******* ******           B.b.c.   the broadcaster bankcrupcy Currency...     sell it Hong Helsinki Kong... even at this point, the canvas still remains   ○ ● □ ■... deviant poker.... you have th3 affairs in motion, now watch me give a **** future is yours, Mongol, my women have up... **** em' ...         they don't need me? I don't need them!   what isn't borrowed isn't lent.
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC
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