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Originally Posted by Vulgar
Like a scope predisposed to puncture the occipital lobe,
The soul grows weaker with every drink and every sip of the soave.
Expecting to implode when you think you're alone,
^Very solid.
I think you're the most improved topical writer of the last year. Minor wording issues but who doesn't have those? It'll come with time. Keep up the good work.
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Thanks man that's more appreciated than you prolly think lol