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The old man living next door to my rented shoebox told me that the hospitals are slowly draining the humanity from the city and that the country is just animality rationality fictionality and that at least when there was a king, everyone had food. now his wife can’t pick things up because her hands hurt so she throws things constantly and at least in India, he knew where he stood. "My granddaughter on the fifth of July will be coming into her ninth year of life. She wants the world, though."
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Carbon Monoxide Night
The old man living next door to my rented shoebox told me that the hospitals are slowly draining the humanity from the city and that the country is just animality rationality fictionality and that at least when there was a king, everyone had food. now his wife can’t pick things up because her hands hurt so she throws things constantly and at least in India, he knew where he stood. "My granddaughter on the fifth of July will be coming into her ninth year of life. She wants the world, though."
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
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