We Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes

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i took the 405 and drilled a stake down into your center, and stated that it's never ever been better than this. i hung my favorite shirt on the floorbaord, wrinkled up from pulling pushing tasting. you keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown as

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