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my mouth hung like an overwhelmed option i swivel at the window facing and stay out the entire day in this one gawked position amazing heat and an ugg shy of thought withdrawn in a mut of mental paralysis by an alcoholic system on a day off the day dunks into the eve before i shift any movement having sifted the ull i mix a jar of rum and orange juice in the open fridge door

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