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How do white bears?

How do white bears?
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I found out my telephone can take panoramic pictures; would you like to see one?

Go for it. That could be a nice conversation starter here.

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Wait a moment!

Why did they take away the dumpster behind the 7/11?

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https://poal.co/s/TheosOpiumDen/174432

Can you believe it was only 4 years ago I wrote this gem?

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His vision sharpens keenly as he hears concerning noises in his proximity. He announces again, "there could be niggers here". As his words crystalize in the frigid night air, there is a quickening pulse and hairs stand on end. The noises repeat like an echo from a distant canyon wall. He is fully aware now and ready for a throw down. "NIGGERS!!!" he shouts with the fury of the Norseman charging into battle. Soon he will meet his foe. Soon his foe shall fall. Snow begins to descend from the heavens above. "NIGGERS COME OUT!!!"

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His vision sharpens keenly as he hears concerning noises in his proximity. He announces again, "there could be niggers here". As his words crystalize in the frigid night air, there is a quickening pulse and hairs stand on end. The noises repeat like an echo from a distant canyon wall. He is fully aware now and ready for a throw down. "NIGGERS!!!" he shouts with the fury of the Norseman charging into battle. Soon he will meet his foe. Soon his foe shall fall. Snow begins to descend from the heavens above. "NIGGERS COME OUT!!!"

And so he saw the niggers scuttle out from every cold corner around him, decrepit and deceitful, shivering from winter's air, skin-blistered and pockmarked from unknown addictions.

And as these vile, wretched creatures, driven to desperation by the unseen voices of longing... He felt their longing, their desperation, the voices vocalizing inside of their own heads...

THERE WILL BE NO PEACE, NO REST, NO SOLACE. WE ARE DESTINED TO LIVE WITH OUR OWN THOUGHTS, NO MATTER HOW MUCH THEY PESTER US AND PICK APART OUR SANITY!!!

Unless... Unless we can find enough money for another shot.

Fent or Tranq.

And maybe, maybe you can join us. Take your whiskey, it only takes a pint.

And you can come with us, join us out here in the cold.

You are one of us, after all,

You always have been.

Just come home.

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"there could be niggers here," he says as he clutches at his side where his holstered 1911 stays on the ready.

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There were a few of my people living there up until late Fall, but CSX cleared them out