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Doge, and doge, and doge, and doge, and doge, and doge, and doge, and doge. And come doge. I am one of the richest men. But that man just kept tweeting, and tweeting, and tweeting, and tweeting. Wherever I was, he would show up and start tweeting. He would talk about dogecoin and bitcoin, whatever. Block him for that? That would have been the best thing to do. Besides, he would have been very capable of giving me the evil eye. Even in the bathroom: if this, if that, if that, if the other one. I put the towel in his mouth to shut him up. He didn't die from that, but from not being able to tweet: the words burst inside him.
