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Kristin the Christian, born-again. She liked the John Hiatt I played from the small speakers of my computer. She shivered and asked, "How do you do that?" when I dragged the edge of my lip down the soft skin just behind her ear. She sat and watched the blue screen with me one night and even tried her hand: holding.
A single brush stroke from his guitar, hushed and distored, rises above the rhythm chords, telling me to walk on. Maybe she feared the terrible beauty of train wrecks. She wouldn't thrive in New Orleans anyway.
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vince coleman
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so'd you get any bootie?
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ever dumbening chuckling heartily
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fuck you paste!
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and, uh, yes i did
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a fine pair of those little booties that you get at the hospital to stretch over your shoes.
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by the way, vince, you only stole 99 total bases in 3 years with the mets (who just got smacked 9-0 by the cards, thus losing two out of three), while _averaging_ over 90 SB in six seasons with the redbirds, beeeeeyotch.
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sahba
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in the end all you do is walk on
thats it no details no buts thats the final event
to walk on
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mikejohnson
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or soar.
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