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I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know why clowns can tolerate consuming all that helium laughs, or why the elephants allow themselves to be mastered, and the lions tamed. " People seem to enjoy seeing the acrobat fall from the tightrope. I felt disater looming.
! don't know how long I can literlally put my life on the line. Everyone loves a spectacle, to live vicariouslt to the edge of death. We are a close odd family. So when Trina died last week from drugs and starving herself we allin disbelief took a look at our lifestyle.
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