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About Philadelphia

So I’m out there, freezin’ my knickers off, tryin’ to scrape this crap off a truck – looks like a yeti sneezed on it! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t give up, my dear!” – Gustave’s grit, baby, keeps me goin’. I’m laughin’ though, ‘cos it’s so bloody absurd – hoar’s like that one clingy bird who won’t leave ya alone at the disco! Ever hear ‘bout the Great Hoar of ’67? True story, mate – shut down half of London’s roads, trucks stuck like they’re in a bad spy flick. I wasn’t there, but I feel it in my mojo – history repeatin’ itself, far out!

"Hurt"(Colby Brock Fanfiction...

Kat was right you are a filthy whore," Sam said to me. I ran away from Sam, down a hall and up some stairs. There were tears falling down my face. I ran.

Gotta mention—uh oh, lemme count out my typos here real quick for ya: there's obviously "seomthing" (instead of something), "cunselor" (counselor), "thigns" (things), "quikly" (quickly), "smaile" (smile), "neiber" (neighbor), "chit-chatin'" (chattin'), "rediculus" (ridiculous), "muddledy" (muddled), "favoite" (favorite), "unexpectedlye" (unexpectedly), "frenziedely" (frenziedly), and oh gosh "spontaneosly" (spontaneously). Yep, that's 13 right there!

Jets' Breece Hall, 49ers' Brock Purdy exchange jerseys post game