Tango Blast this Tampico

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This is not a threat. Ganyeah. I'm an Indian Giver.
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susansnow
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so this kid comes to me and my mom says, that's your man. he's just like you. I'm like, okay quiet when provoked. who are you? what's in the bag? cash. balled up ones like people were tossed cash to him from wal-mart's window. he caught it in a bag in which I kept for rent but it was a child bag and that sent me on alert. are you stealing candy from babies? I have. I'm going to take kids trick or treating. I asked her if she wanted to take his place. like yeah, sure she said.

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