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I could hear each splash of sweat dripping on the table... my hand felt so dry; the young girl took the lifeless solf vascular dollar from my sun harden hand, and handed me a transparent glass with four frozen cubse of ice, and warm lemonade...
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 4:34 PM UTC
Poor Lemonade
I could hear each splash of sweat dripping on the table... my hand felt so dry; the young girl took the lifeless solf vascular dollar from my sun harden hand, and handed me a transparent glass with four frozen cubse of ice, and warm lemonade...
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 4:34 PM UTC
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