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those fingers of yours are shears and these tendons, strings they weren't as fragile as weak until you've boiled the meat; compress and decompress and now they are torn apart not for me and not for anyone else just for you
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
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those fingers of yours are shears and these tendons, strings they weren't as fragile as weak until you've boiled the meat; compress and decompress and now they are torn apart not for me and not for anyone else just for you
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
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