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We've all seen the you salivate... the kinds of desires you have when you ▝▜▟▚ ▛▘▚▜ ▚▚ look at them. We don't have to use a special infrared camera anymore to see your dirty thoughts, not when you've plastered them up the size of billboards.
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You've given us warnings the size of skyscrapers. You're the only one who can't see them; when you're so close that the letters only one-by-one fill up your vision.
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