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Yeah, she is kind of sick. The dumpster wasn't further then 50 feet from the door, but she thought the patio closet was a cool place for trash bags.
Anyway. XD
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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