Why can't I be heard?
At least that's the word
Look . . . at . . . me
Please see me
I'd uther be utherford.
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Once upon a time, a fracking insurance salesman operating within the guidelines of a keystone kochs' dark it place, oversold the newly created and itinerantly free worker class a bunch of cell phones with forever payment apps and mandatory medication injectors. The procedure might have happened competently and efficiently but the fracking insurance salesman had already begun polishing and then
re-polishing his word zone with what looked like the backs of former volunteers carrying puppy tales.
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