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There he is, another pig, all the same men, healthy or sick, always have the same old one.
what's on your head What am I supposed to do now, pull myself back, fan her, abandon her?
Yes, I could, nothing easier, but then how could I get there?
With money on the strings of the month, stained with the mortgage, is it a small daughter to a daughter?
Black ride, since the government changed, then things go bad and worse. Eh?