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| i am searching for a roommate to live with me at wallmart while i write country songs about estranged fathers and birth illegitimate children. we will live on a soup made from a mixture of the afterbirth, builder bars, and economy-sized tubs of mayonnaise. we will wear very large bras and nurse uniforms printed with the disney characters as babies. we will gradually form a connection despite the rift caused by our different socioeconomic backgrounds and you will go away and i will love you and become a stronger person and an i not a we and then you'll come back when i've found myself and i will smother your cunt in power gel and fetus goop.
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