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"greetings gravel," said the asphalt. to be part of a trio, any trio. there is an orange tree that was shipped to the brazilian's grandson and after it gets its own brick outlining boundary to separate it from the rest of the back porch the birds shit all over it because the roof is so near and that's where they perch. "yet another day in this hot sun." replied the gravel. |
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