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I grow weary of increasingly less complex humans approaching me in halls & wanting nothing more than to see me naked in their bed & when I say *no no no, how about we talk about why people die or the shape of the wind*, they get                   *blown                                                     away* in it
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
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I grow weary of increasingly less complex humans approaching me in halls & wanting nothing more than to see me naked in their bed & when I say *no no no, how about we talk about why people die or the shape of the wind*, they get                   *blown                                                     away* in it
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
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