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“We used to talk and smile seven days ago when I was wearing a suit. Now I'm dressed in a beard and smell of dog shit I don’t even get eye contact. I ask her how her week is going, and she looks to her friend behind the counter as if to say: I think this creep is hitting on me. Shall we call the police?”

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The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness

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Craig Stone
Craig Stone

Born on December 29, 1988, Craig Stone is a renowned soccer player. His career is filled with remarkable achievements, and he has gained widespread acclaim for his exceptional skills and tactical wisdom on the field. more

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