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my plane crashed on my way to see my crush so now on a desert isle i 'm sharpening a stick into a spear for though a veg etarian i wouldn't dare eat a berry or any greens knowing nothing about local things but damn well know what a wild pig would taste like cook ed over a fire on a spit

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