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Trump killed you. He used you big boy. Spit that chew out I can’t understand you. He played politics with your lives. That’s why grandpa died. And you played along. Remember that the next time you visit the cemetery. That you followed that orange haired fool and trusted that he wouldn’t kill you. That’s all I ask of my president. Just don’t kill me. I know when someone wants me not to be alive. I could feel it and wrote about here on this site. Well Well Well. His aim was off. He got you. Priceless.
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