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blonde rays of sun over popcorn teeth, baseball lover who sits on the outfield and waits for the game to come to them. slow, easy, drunk, and nonplussed. the Man who smells like tobacco and Indiana tells you that the earth never started warming up until you were born.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
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blonde rays of sun over popcorn teeth, baseball lover who sits on the outfield and waits for the game to come to them. slow, easy, drunk, and nonplussed. the Man who smells like tobacco and Indiana tells you that the earth never started warming up until you were born.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
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