dear crabs I hate you. your gross. you make me sick. you have no clean underwear. you smell like ass&smoke. your hair is nappy. your a 5 yr old tattletale. please go eat a dick. & make sure it’s covered in spiked patron, so you fall over & sleep forever about it. thank you. the end. love, le le
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