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Midday and the whisper of a chill rode the end of the breeze. ****** feet and a restless tongue; You never knew how to hurt me. I didn’t know much about human anatomy but I could read charts of the spine, heart, ribs, where are the unconventional entrances. I decided on the space between the third and the fourth rib. Dug in as hard as I could.
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Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 2:43 PM UTC
I shouldn't write like this anymore
Midday and the whisper of a chill rode the end of the breeze. ****** feet and a restless tongue; You never knew how to hurt me. I didn’t know much about human anatomy but I could read charts of the spine, heart, ribs, where are the unconventional entrances. I decided on the space between the third and the fourth rib. Dug in as hard as I could.
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Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 2:43 PM UTC
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