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115. Anonymous 00.45
I’m going to be divided like porridge, but a few farmers will keep their distance and stay together.
He was thankful for playing, but when the food came, he didn’t know what to say. This kind of attention and
Because it’s literally my first time in love, I don’t feel like I don’t know what to say. This is right.
I don’t know if it’s an expression, but I’m a stoner, so I’m trained to abuse human rights, and it’s wrong.
I know that when something happens, you have to make a loud noise to even make a move.
I am somewhat accustomed to protests, but when I meet farmers, they also have a different meaning.
I am very used to being marginalized and not listening to the voices of these people.
I was upset because I felt like I was fighting a lonely fight. I continued to pray to the farmers.
Let’s pay attention!
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