R.O.D.
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Last published Sun, Jul 6, 2014
Mickey was my heart,my everything so I had no problem killing ,stealing, and selling dope for her. When the feds came busting in to take her away I took the time. After ten years I expected royal treatmeant and to have Mickey on my side, like I deserved. Instead Mickey decided to not ride for me so now she has to die by my hands.
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