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The more that I learn about how the world works the more I love this man and these people.
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The more that I learn about how the world works the more I love this man and these people.
I smile when I think about Uncle A, in heaven, not surrounded by the scent of filthy edomites. I imagine they smell like stale bagels and foreskin
I smile when I think about Uncle A, in heaven, not surrounded by the scent of filthy edomites. I imagine they smell like stale bagels and foreskin
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