You weren't mean streak in him turn up his nose at me such a snob mention of his name start me fuming He flared up at me making a mountain out of molehill Blew up at me I know he has the blues, this tooth is bugging me.unnerves me I try to avoid it like the plague.
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Author:
Emmanuel Chris (Pseudonym) (
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