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Nightcap This is some shitty patio furniture, and the depleted relationship with her, the astrophile, has driven a shard of granite through the moonbeam supporting him. How can one deplete another? Simply the glass just fell out of a hand— it was not vinegar. He tumbled all throughout her vibe for better abrasions. There was a case of adjustable toxicity way down in his brain. Flash forward to a downtown ledge, looks so hard from up here. |
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| god | eep. quit cheerin' me up. | 020827 |
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| squint |
dammit, I liked that. ugh |
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