…….I see they gave you new shoes with the buckle on top, and a jabot for your collar, puffy cuffs and those fall front trousers; now I bet you think your actual family’s name was Bowser, yaws sir, mere gifts to help confuse and cause dissension in our ranks. Caesar’s gladiators were well kept, his servants were well dressed, that’s just Caesar trying to hide in the mirror, self hypnotism an encapsulated prism, an attempt to protect himself from the most upright and righteous wisdoms, but your paid for false testimonies is a travesty in life’s court, everyone knows you’ve been brought, the marks on your back looks like the American experience was whipping your ass for sport.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Excellent write
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