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Meh speed is fun, no not the drug. Wish that came earlier. ****** up my race on a bull **** attack. Finished off the back. The ******* scrub, placed or some **** I didn’t listen. We agreed before to be at each other necks. We like it that way. I should have made him feel like **** All he does is sit. People ******* hate his guts. He is fourteen. Solely responsible for ******* up his future. I try to help. I might try to back him up, or burry him. I’m not sure yet. His dad is nice, his mom is full of **** I do extra to shut her up. His dad cheered for me at the race. No **** I’m trying. I thought his sister had a crush on me. She’s like thirteen. I kinda, almost, at one stage liked her. We are tied together. They are a tight family and he is stuck to my wheel. He ***** Tremendous respect for that ***** though. I know how it hurts. A ******* monster attacking your soul. Burnt legs, crispy spirits. The monster tells me I’m going the right way. Can’t stop.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
Burnt Legs Crispy Spirits