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Guaranteed Human.

Rando tries to kick me out of the mall while I'm pregnant for relaxing, saying I'm the A-Hole.

So here's what I did.

Sam, predictions.

A-hole, angel?

I think O.P. called Paul Blart mall cop on him and just destroyed the person deserving her peace.

Sometimes you got a Paul Blart, you know what I mean?

Yeah, you got a Paul Blart.

We'll see how blarded this man gets.

Oh yeah, blart me, Daddy.

I am currently eight months pregnant, and because of that,

I often get quite tired when I stand or walk for long periods of time.

Yesterday afternoon, I was craving ice cream, so I drove to the nearby shopping center to visit my favorite ice cream shop. But fortunately, the place was quite crowded and all the tables surrounding the shop as well as some nearby sofas were taken. Because of that, after getting my ice cream, I decided to sit on one of the two massage chairs that were close and smack down on it there.

Delicious.

And are the massage chairs actually even that like comfy?

You know, to me they're so like with the like robotic like rocks that they're just like,

just like digging into you.

I haven't used many mall massage chairs though.

Neither have I for that reason.

Now once I started smackacking down on that snack,

I got approached by a couple that was in their late teens or perhaps early 20s. They asked me to

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