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though much has been broken enough still survives and through all the hardship there is a light that still shines gone are the days when bullets bounced from our chest we have become who we are and...
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So I spoke to Dr. Sanchez He said surgery, trans-nasal. Now. Yeah, well, did he give you the stats on that? That I could probably die, maybe a have a stroke and be a vegetable? You're gonna be fine....
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one million darker are like a lot talking about your financial future out those figures become applet all of your sleep caught at uh... i'd like to start uh... by posing a problem for you and...
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