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| tonya | we were fibrous and brittle and the third lung of my soul was prone to gargling before the oatmeal of my sorrows brought me hence. the grandmothers of those cinderblocks over there have been known to burst into flames if you ask nicely. The economics of ketchup cannot be understated at times like these, you know. | 050509 |
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| spooky | now_more_than_ever | 080724 |