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Fresh glass sits aside never to be drank but hides in a darkened space to waste the fresh liquid it takes. Stale in the morning without warning a child cries for help, dehydration causes frustration for those who wastes it's prize.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Dehydration
Fresh glass sits aside never to be drank but hides in a darkened space to waste the fresh liquid it takes. Stale in the morning without warning a child cries for help, dehydration causes frustration for those who wastes it's prize.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
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