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Jul 2020
Poked and prodded
'til brokenhearted.
Now the game's *******.
The stomachs knotted.

Pushed and pulled;
Together, alone.
The game's not over . . .

(Pick up the phone.)
You have one unheard voice message. New message: *click*
JDK
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JDK  35/M/Japan
(35/M/Japan)   
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   AJ
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