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No vacuum jet engined cleaning appliance can sound like mountain wind drivin through leaf bare trees. Like a a wood peckers nonchalant brain damage or a boiling something in this woods. The boiling is jabbing my brain like impatient school nun with rulers. I'm almost there. I almost got it.
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
Camping in North Carolina
No vacuum jet engined cleaning appliance can sound like mountain wind drivin through leaf bare trees. Like a a wood peckers nonchalant brain damage or a boiling something in this woods. The boiling is jabbing my brain like impatient school nun with rulers. I'm almost there. I almost got it.
Stream of conscious bull ****
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Charleston
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
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