"Hi, my name is Duzdee. I don't talk much, see. I don't like the city."
I dreamed of a little boy whose name was Duzdee, he had weird hair and was a quiet but playful kiddo. Whenever he’d speak he’d rhyme his last word with his name.
I dreamed of a little boy whose name was Duzdee, he had weird hair and was a quiet but playful kiddo. Whenever he’d speak he’d rhyme his last word with his name.
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