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Shall I compare thee to a rusty basketball hoop? I feel the same way when I touch you: You’re familiar, constant, friendly, but apt to hurt me if I come too close. Each time I cut my hand on you, I’m asking everyone, Should I go to the ER? Everyone is asking me: Why don’t you get a new basketball hoop?
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
tetanus shot (II)
Shall I compare thee to a rusty basketball hoop? I feel the same way when I touch you: You’re familiar, constant, friendly, but apt to hurt me if I come too close. Each time I cut my hand on you, I’m asking everyone, Should I go to the ER? Everyone is asking me: Why don’t you get a new basketball hoop?
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
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