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Up at quarter after seven out by hopefully eight take the 36 or the 199 rocket eastbound to Finch about nine minutes give or take, seven stops then southbound thirty minutes to Bloor, cut to St. George down to St. Patrick they're not really saints I have my own key even though I shouldn't so I let myself in and tiptoe to you you know I'm here because it's Friday and you smile while I slip into bed with you and hold you until we wake up.
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
Just to See You in the Morning
Up at quarter after seven out by hopefully eight take the 36 or the 199 rocket eastbound to Finch about nine minutes give or take, seven stops then southbound thirty minutes to Bloor, cut to St. George down to St. Patrick they're not really saints I have my own key even though I shouldn't so I let myself in and tiptoe to you you know I'm here because it's Friday and you smile while I slip into bed with you and hold you until we wake up.
iamjac
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
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