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posted July 8, 2014 at 3:11am UTC tagged with cats, uhhh, notaquote, quote

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yo i havent been on witty in the past month or so.. can someone please explain what the new additions on witty are??? like im seeing backgrounds on quotes andi m like WHAT
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