………Grappling, done snapped again, got me using all caps again; enter your space with a paragraph, punching keys like I’m plucking fleas, everything I got is just a tease, designed to stop you from feeling at ease, talking bout you gonna tell ya pops that’s a cop, punk please, I’m on the other side of the planet, your emotional distress, I don’t understand it, get mom’s hand fan and fan it, and try her high heel shoes on while you at it.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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😂Troll nicely trolled. Great stuff.
Thanks
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