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This could be your final lap around the Sorry board. The moment when the German man chokes you on the Acela Express. Skin kisses skin crossing cheeks, pecking noses. Before your vision blackens, you see the blurring of blues and greens: Live action bruising for the eggshell queen.
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
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This could be your final lap around the Sorry board. The moment when the German man chokes you on the Acela Express. Skin kisses skin crossing cheeks, pecking noses. Before your vision blackens, you see the blurring of blues and greens: Live action bruising for the eggshell queen.
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
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