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Marvel at the sun--any closer and we'd all be dead. Man...this planet's great, so many things to buy! Savings to checking, please. Off at 6, on at 6; these jets scare me every time--every ******* time! Screams and stomps rattle my skull I'm practically chanting **** ****      ****      **** ****     **** but all that squirms out is a whimper every time--every ******* time!                                          Cowardess.
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
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Marvel at the sun--any closer and we'd all be dead. Man...this planet's great, so many things to buy! Savings to checking, please. Off at 6, on at 6; these jets scare me every time--every ******* time! Screams and stomps rattle my skull I'm practically chanting **** ****      ****      **** ****     **** but all that squirms out is a whimper every time--every ******* time!                                          Cowardess.
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
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