Following my fathers footsteps.

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I grabbed my dads tracksuit and became the chav I always wanted to be. Man felt like Elsa from frozen. Trump then appeared out of nowhere and asked me to help build the wall. I accepted but bare people got angry so I was exiled to Madagascar. As you know there's AIDS there so eventually I caught it. I cried whilst rubbing my arse on trees and I threw myself into the bath. I slipped under the water and nearly drowned but I managed to survive. #Blessed.

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