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A ghost ship in reefed water in sleeping, two otters where you tell me of your white, russian father and how you'd rather sail tattered on friendly water
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Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
reefed water
A ghost ship in reefed water in sleeping, two otters where you tell me of your white, russian father and how you'd rather sail tattered on friendly water
please excuse this, I'm lacking a notebook write now (ba dum tss), and I wanted to get this down somewhere. You know who you are, too.
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Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
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