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Told 'good morning' and a squeak-grunt 'hello' reply came out my pipes, swallowing saliva and a little burn in my throat; couldn't take talking I'm happy for staring at clouds, Happy to stare and wish I greeted first. Cherry burns into the filter so I go and clock in.
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
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Told 'good morning' and a squeak-grunt 'hello' reply came out my pipes, swallowing saliva and a little burn in my throat; couldn't take talking I'm happy for staring at clouds, Happy to stare and wish I greeted first. Cherry burns into the filter so I go and clock in.
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
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