Blog: corrupted sweetheart
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original: https://corrupted-sweetheart.tumblr.com/post/187622917092
argumate: s4mm4n: God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none,