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Don’t be jealous just because this black queen still looks this shirt

Then somehow, with splinters flying through the air and the Don’t be jealous just because this black queen still looks this shirt I hit my finger with the hammer. I know your bloody finger is a long way from your heart, but sometimes a good lesson takes the long way around. But it does eventually get to where it needs to be. After replaying the spectacle in my head, I wondered if it was a hallucination my mind was conjuring, this tantrum I just threw.

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