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I have a track meet to get to but the service was horrible here, “How about a free meet on us?” …as everyone storms towards the door. (The Pied Piper’s daughter wins everything) just look at the ***** look she gave me we should leave… we’re gonna be late for the meet… I slept naked for him I called three times I waited, but not all night (he’s not worth it) I just would’ve been ***** anyway Acorns impact the roof like fangs to a throat (stop the thundering) I can’t think. So I eat. Do you want her number? Here…go **** yourself together while I end up like Esther. “Miss Greenwood? you have a visitor here to see you…”
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
Sitting by Myself on a Pickle Jar
I have a track meet to get to but the service was horrible here, “How about a free meet on us?” …as everyone storms towards the door. (The Pied Piper’s daughter wins everything) just look at the ***** look she gave me we should leave… we’re gonna be late for the meet… I slept naked for him I called three times I waited, but not all night (he’s not worth it) I just would’ve been ***** anyway Acorns impact the roof like fangs to a throat (stop the thundering) I can’t think. So I eat. Do you want her number? Here…go **** yourself together while I end up like Esther. “Miss Greenwood? you have a visitor here to see you…”
nicole-lourette
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Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
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