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School uniforms fell off lucky mannequins singing Whisperhug quietly to heads bopping off PMS haircuts created with electric pants worn sideways and open exposing my prosthetic nose job. Those unlucky bastards witnessed moderators dancing down the vents filtered by specific hands of dancing magicians picking noses out by delicate eyes of the legs of my
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Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away
Bells chime, I know I gotta get away
Credit to the one and only kaleidocat for the avatar
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