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James, get the car and take me to my Master.
I want to try being made to live like a hosre and live in a barn and eat straw and pul a wagan. any one have a farm to play at
mastre i an cring why wont u talk 2 me . u r so meen 2me pirnsemureil i did nut liek datying u
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