Whispering. Traffic. Sideburn. Nothing to think about. What am I going to yell at him about? Whitespace. “CHiPs”.
Reference
“CHiPs”. https://g.co/kgs/XDTafNx
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Whitespace
At
Going
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I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Irony. Brother. Hate. The glass is half empty. Is the game over? Contain him. Jealous. How do I care for Black women? I am me, Aaron Carter....
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