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there’s a pack of cigarettes in my trunk if you need one. marlboro ultra light menthols no joke they never see fun. well-versed in your stress too much to handle it all at your very very greatest. you’re only eight. and you needn’t be crying in bed next to me this late. daddy gets anxious too and i get by (daily) by knowing that there’s a pack of **** in the trunk. but knowing my necessities. i won’t have one. because they’re stale. just like my stress and anxiety they are almost always in poor taste.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
ultra light
there’s a pack of cigarettes in my trunk if you need one. marlboro ultra light menthols no joke they never see fun. well-versed in your stress too much to handle it all at your very very greatest. you’re only eight. and you needn’t be crying in bed next to me this late. daddy gets anxious too and i get by (daily) by knowing that there’s a pack of **** in the trunk. but knowing my necessities. i won’t have one. because they’re stale. just like my stress and anxiety they are almost always in poor taste.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
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