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So how does it feel to not have a country? To not have borders to define yourself against the world? (I guess seven nukes do make a clear border, huh?)
My bad, but its my duty to always reference it. (They mail me some fanta ever time I do it, which is wierd, i never gave them my address, and I’m afraid what will happen if i stop)
So how does it feel to not have a country? To not have borders to define yourself against the world? (I guess seven nukes do make a clear border, huh?)
I believe you have the wrong psychopath in an experimental plane.
My bad, but its my duty to always reference it. (They mail me some fanta ever time I do it, which is wierd, i never gave them my address, and I’m afraid what will happen if i stop)
Mmmmm orange