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I see curves everywhere. Curves on the tidal wave, spreaded peanut butter on a toast, the crescent moon, and a women's waist. But the one curve I need is the cold beer that crashes into the bottom of an empty, chilled glass.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
Curves
I see curves everywhere. Curves on the tidal wave, spreaded peanut butter on a toast, the crescent moon, and a women's waist. But the one curve I need is the cold beer that crashes into the bottom of an empty, chilled glass.
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New York City
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
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