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the only time id ever seen her talk romantically was when she described a car engine to me, she named her car Clarice something about break pads and lambs the brake pads didn't work very well and the passenger door didn't open she was passionate about music the way i was passionate about sleeping she was in a band i said that was awesome but i never saw her play my mom did which was awkward for the band they always had a tough time talking to mothers while really high she moved south while i moved north she walked with grace and looked like someone took a sailor and made them take way too much acid but she pulled it off with style hitting concerts and working on the water like she always wanted to and even when i dropped her on the dance floor she fell gracefully which takes skill when youve drank more than the entire british navy
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
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the only time id ever seen her talk romantically was when she described a car engine to me, she named her car Clarice something about break pads and lambs the brake pads didn't work very well and the passenger door didn't open she was passionate about music the way i was passionate about sleeping she was in a band i said that was awesome but i never saw her play my mom did which was awkward for the band they always had a tough time talking to mothers while really high she moved south while i moved north she walked with grace and looked like someone took a sailor and made them take way too much acid but she pulled it off with style hitting concerts and working on the water like she always wanted to and even when i dropped her on the dance floor she fell gracefully which takes skill when youve drank more than the entire british navy
john-douglas
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
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