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This mesa, torn from error. Somebody knocks and I am busy reading from the newspaper hoard. Somebody knocks and says they've found a joke. They're now irresistible. I know its true. I have company and a shrimp grey sweater, so I send them my boyfriends business card. One man appreciates my ratio, finds triangles everywhere. Or prisms or/ whatever happens you're still my sundial, right? In the kitchen debunking my ghost problem, I forget how to braise backstraps; soak medallions in vinegar. She is shiny in my living room, posing, asks if she looks like a princess. I say yes, you look just like annie oakley.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
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This mesa, torn from error. Somebody knocks and I am busy reading from the newspaper hoard. Somebody knocks and says they've found a joke. They're now irresistible. I know its true. I have company and a shrimp grey sweater, so I send them my boyfriends business card. One man appreciates my ratio, finds triangles everywhere. Or prisms or/ whatever happens you're still my sundial, right? In the kitchen debunking my ghost problem, I forget how to braise backstraps; soak medallions in vinegar. She is shiny in my living room, posing, asks if she looks like a princess. I say yes, you look just like annie oakley.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
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