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Goddamn straight. But more crooked. Crow. Now mix it all up. Comma and chameleon tea chased with dirt scone and toxic turtle, that taste like childhood sugar rushes and lost time, never made up. Tell them you love them! You know how you drive. Walkers, how they drive. Trains wreck a lot, especially when communication, is only a theory. 2 way body language gruntspeak, with an artisan bread baguette for your mouth, if you ever think you might say
something unkind. I love bread! omg. I do too!