*and much like a man with even 40% working vision walking within close proximity to her, blt passes*
*much like the imagined dignity thought to be brought on by refusal to bare her hideous mammary glands to the masses but is dashed as she types stupid forum fodder like 'pork is disgusting', blt passes*
*much like the brown wind of Häagen-Dazs 'Lonely Buttercrunch'-flavored memory that flows from the flapping cheeks of ass fat into the cushion of the chair where she writes shitty poetry, blt passes*
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