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It was some yesterday, sitting in my high chair eating salted cucumber slices a wooden one three adjustments only locked in a bumble bee landed on my arm the pain raced through my blood and brain little pin ****** I could not get out my memory stops there sitting in my chair.
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
Cucumber Chair
It was some yesterday, sitting in my high chair eating salted cucumber slices a wooden one three adjustments only locked in a bumble bee landed on my arm the pain raced through my blood and brain little pin ****** I could not get out my memory stops there sitting in my chair.
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
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