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one hundred mile an hour winds due say the weather diviners all will be lost that's not tied down phone internet ferries "Bring it on" I say bravely while its still calm and wait fragile as a feather
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
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one hundred mile an hour winds due say the weather diviners all will be lost that's not tied down phone internet ferries "Bring it on" I say bravely while its still calm and wait fragile as a feather
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nivek
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
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