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I shall call him squishy and he will be mine.
Please talk to me and my son sometime again
It’s rough, son… if it’s not hunters killing us it’s loss of habitat or climate change… we’ll all be gone in 200 hundred years… I’m so sorry for putting you through this life, no one deserves this…
I will kill anyone who even thinks of hurting you.
