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I awoke at silly-o’clock. Made tea, and re(a)d. Probably shouldn’t ree(a)d when I’m still sleep-blurry... I re(a)d fork as frock. Thought- what the hell, to her mouth? Didn’t seem that kind of novel. I re(a)d Evil as Elvis. Thought- **** me, this guy’s really got it in for dead rock n roll stars. Spilled my tea laughing and ow’d. It is painful being me.
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Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 6:12 AM UTC
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I awoke at silly-o’clock. Made tea, and re(a)d. Probably shouldn’t ree(a)d when I’m still sleep-blurry... I re(a)d fork as frock. Thought- what the hell, to her mouth? Didn’t seem that kind of novel. I re(a)d Evil as Elvis. Thought- **** me, this guy’s really got it in for dead rock n roll stars. Spilled my tea laughing and ow’d. It is painful being me.
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Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 6:12 AM UTC
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