Injury Left venerable, with my head tucked beside the porcelain, rage- the only reason it wasn't a knockout. Indignation renewed, I rose like a demon. For judgment I found leather to break the skin, tattooing withheld antagonism until your keening ebbed. Healthy red mist from you, knowledge through pain. I always distribute mine, one boo-boo at a time. Joy4no1
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