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Friday, November 15, 2013

Detroit


Detroit


The bastard in Detroit
Who shot the woman on his doorstep.
19 years. He shot her in the face.
I think he should be executed.
I could push the button.


11-15-13
Posted by Joe Hart at 12:05 PM
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