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The milk dribbled down Steven's right arm. what in tarnation am i doing? he thought to himself his mom's tiny shoes tiptoed up to his room **** he started to **** and turned on the flourescent light what's going on in there? he heard her whisper through her moldy teeth
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Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 10:29 AM UTC
Flourescent
The milk dribbled down Steven's right arm. what in tarnation am i doing? he thought to himself his mom's tiny shoes tiptoed up to his room **** he started to **** and turned on the flourescent light what's going on in there? he heard her whisper through her moldy teeth
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Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 10:29 AM UTC
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