angr is thw orst. it' aposses progress nd stops us from movin'g on forward to a place wear whee
are our tryin'ing to end up. like, i wuld lu
xcv to be in da futurr with thoz sheiny grae outsuits.
when it' time for uss to tayka steppe for worde. when itz the that thime. we be will be ther and we will leev leva without yaw'll. YOUR ANGER IS NEVER-ENDING and i' can be palbable. i tast the th'thuh angur yo haff an you impede the rpogress. i nver intend this to happ'n cap'n. yet hear w are
our. yo'our the idiot! you'r the mistaken one. i toldd yoe so many severalls of (x) that when we have company it can't be sertain compaines. they are very much a pain in my eyes, and my sides, and my thi's. but mainle the pain is in my hart. it feel i wanna lavee
phill meiss
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