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Month: September 2018
These pants.
More avant-garde poetry brought to you by a machine translation system that is still learning the ropes: I put my son on my son, no. 6, and he scratched herself, thought it was all about this pants, I thought that it comes from these pants. I am still sending a picture of these pants, I… Continue reading These pants.