The Rhode of a Young Predator<br />
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                PFFRRRPLUUUURRRRP<br />
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                Ahhhhh<br />
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                .&rdquo; Ben Rhodes sighs, as he let rip a juicy morning fart in the car, pungent with the scent of death. His mom rolls her eyes and unrolls the window, coming to a stoplight. She leans back to scold the young, <br />
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                seven year old<br />