A car was going 60 on a street that i was crossing i looked at it and smiled until some ass saved my life i didnt know whether to cuss him out or thank him
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a car
A car was going 60 on a street that i was crossing i looked at it and smiled until some ass saved my life i didnt know whether to cuss him out or thank him
