Every second beat of Smooth Criminal, by Michael Jackson.
“You been hit, struck by… booth.”
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Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.
Are you okay???
My cat stole my fuckign garlic bread
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