Constantly worried about a certain young man (identifying traits: luso-brasiliano/American, microcephaly, rather small of stature, might be seen in the Northern California area, often dresses sharply), and though I hate to infringe on his manly prerogatives, would someone pester him and keep him safe? Thank you... I have enough shady characters in my life, I know what kind of trouble could be out there...
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My the skies above ZIP 95979 (39.302035,-122.511160) are so DANG BUSY this year. What gives?
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I love how somebody from Sam Walton's family saw fit personally to teach me a lesson this year about the post-Upton Sinclair world of 2017, but really... Did that endeavor absolutely have to reflect on the teacher so that he or she looks like the billionaire white n*gger everyone assumes he or she is?
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Oh boy... I'm sincerely worried about the lack of rain this winter, and what that means for our wildflower bounty in the coming Spring...
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