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The half-fogged lenses of my glasses don't even make me complain. I'm running through the woods with your aggression that made me budge. You pinched that woman's arteries that gorilla grip of yours. She managed to squeeze out "run" so I could get the full picture. They should swipe you away.
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
They Should Swipe You Away
The half-fogged lenses of my glasses don't even make me complain. I'm running through the woods with your aggression that made me budge. You pinched that woman's arteries that gorilla grip of yours. She managed to squeeze out "run" so I could get the full picture. They should swipe you away.
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M/New Jersey, USA
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
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