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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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Sadly no. That part of her history is from her mother's side.