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The Thoughts Of Roachy
I grew up in poverty, poverty was so tough my best friend was a cockroach. He was brown, so more like a coloured fellow in human terms. Our cultural diversity really balanced out our opinions on most of our brief but special meetings. If you are seen crouching to the level of the height ofContinue reading “The Thoughts Of Roachy”