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God aka The Immigration

3 month of farming  is nearly done and of course God* will have a word in this, with all his power and unluck he just could find he pointed his spell stright on me.  I have no idea when I will be out of here now.

Please save me some unluck I just want to release the handcuffs  Bundaberg has on me and leave!

*God - The Immigration


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