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I love Olive Because there pits like burnt skeletons remain and when you eat so many they lay around together and remind me of genocide I love Olive there are so many kinds but they all end up the same you could chew a whole graveyard till your jaw hurts or you grow bored and spit them back into the earth where I don't know what happens I think that's how God must love me I think that's how God must love me I love Olive |
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