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a.i is already a failure to me: i write one thing, html misspells what i write, dumb robotics ahoy! at the cashiers',                                                            hot topic... a burning toothpick that illuminated the woods: headmaster in some school extends his jurisdiction from children to parents, wants the mothers to be less sloppy dressed in the english casual: pyjamas. two cashiers debate, i take my usual three beers and a bottle of scotch for a walk (i drink the scotch at home), i side with the liberals... wear the **** you want... the other side can't decide a line of argument, conversation turns to my frost bitten hands, nasty winter mosquitoes bit my hands all red... i say it's not too bad... she takes them into her hands, warms them up, she's older than my mother, but i still would... given girls my age are ******* the legs of hugh hefner for the retirement pay-cheque and prior to a bosom-spread photoshoot... i walk out patting the head  of a stranger's dog waiting for the hands that drop food onto the plate and keep the leash stern... your typical evening at a supermarket.
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Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC
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a.i is already a failure to me: i write one thing, html misspells what i write, dumb robotics ahoy! at the cashiers',                                                            hot topic... a burning toothpick that illuminated the woods: headmaster in some school extends his jurisdiction from children to parents, wants the mothers to be less sloppy dressed in the english casual: pyjamas. two cashiers debate, i take my usual three beers and a bottle of scotch for a walk (i drink the scotch at home), i side with the liberals... wear the **** you want... the other side can't decide a line of argument, conversation turns to my frost bitten hands, nasty winter mosquitoes bit my hands all red... i say it's not too bad... she takes them into her hands, warms them up, she's older than my mother, but i still would... given girls my age are ******* the legs of hugh hefner for the retirement pay-cheque and prior to a bosom-spread photoshoot... i walk out patting the head  of a stranger's dog waiting for the hands that drop food onto the plate and keep the leash stern... your typical evening at a supermarket.
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Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC
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