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Her wont on a sleeve only made hour grieve while fever fed a cold today the road sought hither late and zonked this dale still clamored in her oath she'd bid herself again but to perish her affront while inside my belt only brought here by stock would swelter in her seat along highway oft-tried and never abandoned till a rap her deathly congestion, Alas
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 7:31 AM UTC
Deathly Congestion
Her wont on a sleeve only made hour grieve while fever fed a cold today the road sought hither late and zonked this dale still clamored in her oath she'd bid herself again but to perish her affront while inside my belt only brought here by stock would swelter in her seat along highway oft-tried and never abandoned till a rap her deathly congestion, Alas
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 7:31 AM UTC
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