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a second bumblebee has hit the twin flowers

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Trotsky if someone copied his newspaper

And we will enforce this with small artist lynch mobs ❤️

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But what about cuba?

does baseball have any revolutionary potential. i played that when i was 12

baseball is one of the most counterrevolutionary sports in existence. still sadly it is fun to hit the ball with the bat so I have been known to visit batting cages

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Smoke Rinse and Repeat

Starting a PMC called Bong Water

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Hehe gonna get an mri

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thinking about them (vladimir lenin themed telegram stickers)

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Restoring Life for Waseem’s Family: Rising Again 🙏🏼

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Hello, my name is Waseem Abusafi from Gaza-Palestine. and I am 34 years old, I have a 3-year-old son named Qais, and my wife Amal Asqoul is 27 years old.

[GoFundMe Campaign Link] The full story ⬇️

The recent war has turned our lives upside down 💔. Our home and community were destroyed🥲, and we lost many family members in an airstrike. We have been forced to relocate multiple times in search of safety.

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Despite the immense grief and loss, we are determined to protect our son and rebuild our lives. We need your help🙏🏼 to evacuate to Egypt and start anew.

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Every contribution, no matter how small, will help us overcome this crisis. Thank you for your kindness and compassion.🥰

Vetted by mohammed Alanqer

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"White Mao" UM. HOXHA?

[hoxha voice] Are you a revisionist?

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"White Mao" UM. HOXHA?

[hoxha voice] Are you a revisionist?

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Hi,

I hope you're doing well. ❤️

My name is Ahmed, and I’m reaching out to you with hope and urgency. The war has torn my life apart—I’ve lost my home, my job, and the ability to support my family. We live in constant fear amidst destruction and hunger. 😔

I’ve launched a GoFundMe campaign to save my family, and I urgently need your help to protect my children and evacuate them to safety. A donation of just 5 euros could significantly change our lives and ensure my children's safety.

Could you please share my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Our campaign has been verified , and is entry number 264 in their Master List.

From the depths of my heart, I thank you for your support and kindness. ❤️

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Fortune cookies but its quotes from the little red book is that anything

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HELP THIS IS SO FUNNY

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pledged fealty to this guy and he granted me a duchy with like ten peasants. what the fuck

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more like......faillatio

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Beep, beep, beep.

"Stop."

The apartments computer had shut off the alarm approximately five seconds before this response, and had begun rattling off it's announcements before the syllable ended.

"Acknowledged. Good Morning Sergeant, updates and nutrient replenishment complete as of oh-six hundred. Two priority messages from the Leytenant and Minister Ngwabe awaiting your response."

Machari groaned and rolled out of bed, immediately bending over to begin some morning stretches. The cries of sea birds emanating from hidden speakers complemented the buildings view over Ouranos' rocky coastline. This was requested despite the biospheres current lack of aerial fauna and Machari's reluctance to gaze out of the window.

"Was the groan a complaint? Last checked your systems don't allow you to be hungover-"

Standing to interupt, Machari's arms stretched overhead and lifted her tanktop above her belly button. "Stop".

"Acknowledged."

"Shower, coffee, cigarettes."

This last command had a sharpness to it, if motherboards could flinch apartment Three-oh-two might have. Stretches finished, underwear was dropped into a basket and Machari stepped into the washroom. Completely smooth, not a single visible implant could be seen on her synthetic skin unless you count the buzzed down hair implant. Steam obscured her body in the shower.

"Water allocated, the Minister's message has relevant information, wish I relay?"

Running water was typically considered a luxury, but Ouranos had an abundance. Enough water that the shower could start drowning out sound. Another command, "Go on".

Three-oh-two decreased water pressure and started rattling off the message.

"Sent out to all members of the Special Service. Agents, this state of siege has put pressure on our supply lines of imported goods, special requisitions for our intelligence divisions have been cut dramatically. Any further requisition of luxury goods must have renewal forms made and approved. Thank you for your dilligence. Minister of the Special Service Angelos Ngwabe."

Machari muttered some inaudible curse.

"There is an addendum addressed to you."

A small silence in the shower ensued, broken by another "go on".

"Sergeant Koros of the Counter Intelligence Division. I understand the tobacco, I am fond of it myself and I know you can proccess it better than I, but the caffiene is unneccessary, you do have implants for that I know. You have the highest requisition rate for these two items out of every individual agent request. Please, slow down. Compassionately, Angelos."

The shower shut off with a clunk and the automatic dryer turned on for the brief time neccesary. Machari stepped out of the washroom and over to her already open closet, hands fingering uniforms on hangers coming to rest on a vacuum grade jumpsuit.

"Coffee, cigarettes, personal stash. And let me guess the Leytenant wants to meet?"

Three-oh-two begins to chirp, almost cheerfully saying, "Correct, they set up an appointment at that cafe on top of the elevator, good intuition choosing the space suit. They wish to discuss a possible location of a Antevortan infiltrator cell".

"That over-armored flirt."

"Should I include that in your confirmation?"

Machari almost jumped, "No, don't confirm anything. I'll show up, we need a lead".

Boots zipped up, coffee and cigarette were dispensed from separate small scale vendors. One into a disposable cup, and the other next to a plug in lighter.

"Rations distributed, ready to start the day."

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