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He was truly indebted to my hyposmia, As perhaps without it, I could have smelled That swindling, two-timing Lying son of a *****
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
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He was truly indebted to my hyposmia, As perhaps without it, I could have smelled That swindling, two-timing Lying son of a *****
Once a cheater, always a cheater sorry for the vulgarity (again), but I am channeling that inner southern woman who writes a song about hating her husband....that I never had. I really do have hyposmia though, I can't smell most things
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
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