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apocosimuybrg (roommate)
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*it was the last year of university and the director decided to make a special trip for all the students, when the room draw was announced ATI touched you with apocosimuybrg, when it was time to sleep apocosimuybrg ATI approaches you and tells you * What's up, boss, how are you? I'm a little bored, does FIFA look like you?
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