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In warmth beneath the insulated drywall I curse my gooey insides for not being as solid as the lamented linoleum moreover, I wish I didn't need to declare such trivialities but I do
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
Even the Prodigal's Son Was Loved
In warmth beneath the insulated drywall I curse my gooey insides for not being as solid as the lamented linoleum moreover, I wish I didn't need to declare such trivialities but I do
tyler-mccarthy
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
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