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As a family we left pulled we had sun she had the isle of bottles the house had games her break was short pier lights and the sunset were coming surrounded by plastic delivery crates the view was brilliant we took a long hard breath as a family we took our last long breath as a family we left
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
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As a family we left pulled we had sun she had the isle of bottles the house had games her break was short pier lights and the sunset were coming surrounded by plastic delivery crates the view was brilliant we took a long hard breath as a family we took our last long breath as a family we left
edward-clyde
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
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