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Jan 2012
all this drink has gone straight to the
fault-line of my ******. Pressing directly on the
button my body has wired to the word β€œlonging”
but it is not tied to anyone or anything, just the
tequila down there ******* with the buttons
Natalie Marie Kinsey
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