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White-knuckle ransom note, to the one. There is a picket fence outside a great and quaint Victorian ranch. There, the weeds will never grow, and he shall go off the defense. Doctor, we don't need an EKG. I can see everything from his veins to his capillaries. Everything pulses to the beat. I only see want and need.
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
Pulse
White-knuckle ransom note, to the one. There is a picket fence outside a great and quaint Victorian ranch. There, the weeds will never grow, and he shall go off the defense. Doctor, we don't need an EKG. I can see everything from his veins to his capillaries. Everything pulses to the beat. I only see want and need.
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M/New Jersey, USA
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
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