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The veneer sat stuck Like the pretence of polish; Nothing of substance, Nothing that mattered. Perfectly throw away able —
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Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
Pretence of polish
The veneer sat stuck Like the pretence of polish; Nothing of substance, Nothing that mattered. Perfectly throw away able —
bekahalle
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40/F/Australia
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
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