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who the fuck made this shit :3c
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"Waiter, there's a fly in my soup." But there was no reason to be annoyed. The soup probably contained microplastic and other kinds of poison. A fly on top didn't matter. The patron finished his meal and let out a satisfied sigh. He gave the waiter a tip and a little peck on the cheek as he left the establishment.
Refusimg to admit it's belly time
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