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Now im wheelin n peelin onto the next ♥♥♥♥♥♥ window, I give my money to an achne covered teen with a weak Mo.
Now im excited, delighted! to be rollin on up. I'm greeted by another teen and so i say 'Wassup?"
I feel like a dag as he hands me my bag, then i notice that it says "trainee"on his mother ♥♥♥♥♥♥ nametag.
I hightail it outta there, excited n ♥♥♥♥, pull over, grab the bag, gettin ready for that grease hit. But when i look and feel and as soon as i'd bit. I knew those mother ♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥ gave me unsalted chips.