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My son is 13, recently I've bought him a body pillow of a cartoon he liked and I've noticed he made a hole in it, does this mean he doesn't like the pillow? Should I buy him a new one?
where were u wen Melon Captol die (GameStop short squeeze)
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where were u wen Melon Captol die
i was at Gamestock buying Ps5 when phone ring
"Melon is kil"
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