I don’t trust anyone! said the buck teeth finder (L.K.).
With that regard, I don’t trust that buck teeth or his islander relatives either. (It’s one of many places somewhere in the Pacific Ocean that ‘DC’ worked during his sign jobs, by the way). Yet, I manage to keep my most hated enemies closer. They are the dark ones of kinky hair. They are the same ones that made this general election for the presidential race dirtier than the prior ones. I cannot hate them for their lies but forgive them for ruining democracy in the United States and for taking away pretty much our freedom.
Noone trust anyone anymore: I’m afraid that this is the truth. Trust means keeping the mouth shut and not telling another soul. Yet for the telepaths, some minds are wide open and secrets are bled out in this manner. I could trust only those who know what I know from my mind.
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