Scot smells of poo, and I took his mum out last night, and carried her home like a bowling ball.
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Scot smells of poo, and I took his mum out last night, and carried her home like a bowling ball.
Solitary by nature.
Isolation is the gift.
Does anyone have courage to stand apart any more?
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