Yes, Tupac. You are right. Also, you're not dead, you're hiding in a bunker in Michigan. I know you're there, I've seen your ass. Stop pretending your dead. It's lame
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And whom would you have me ask? The sluts that throw themselves in your lap clearly regard all of your endeavors with nothing but admiration, your friends I'm sure would also applaud your miserable failed attempts while making scathing comments directed at you under their breaths, and your enemies would insult you whether or not it was deserved. So clearly the only way to come to conclusions about you is to trust your own conjectures.
I love you, whoever you are. This bit is not only cleverly worded but incisively accurate. We must be close. I'm guessing Aubrey or Joseph. A. I'm sure those "sluts" don't deserve to be called sluts. B. Lap? When I stand up I don't even have one. C. I don't have friends, I have brothers in arms and likewise-minded scoundrels. D. They have to say it under their breaths, if they said it aloud they'd be quickly done away with. E. My enemies are friends with secret identities. F. Yes. Continue to guess. And catch me never. And shame on you, beautiful. :)
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