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things mother will never be convinced of
every blond primary school cohort is not named glen if a man’s hands are soft it doesn’t mean he’s gay farmer is not synonymous with straight there are more than 3 options married (“normal”) living with a special friend (gay) or single over 30, therefore pedophile