I wanna be chatty. You have my momas ashes. My rife machines, my son, come on , you're no shrew. You don't hold grudges, you never talked ahit about drowning my cat Daisy , WHICH I DID NOT DO AND SHE LIVES TO THIS DAY YOU PRICK., excuse me. I mean, l live, she lives, you loves, our SON LIVES!!. Just saying. I wanna consolidate a broken heart here if you don't mind.
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