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Heatwave. Dust whirling, after mobile departures, in the decadence of our innumerous crows'-feet. The sweat of humidity dropping on neutrally carpeted floors. Beer lubricating many a rusty throat as human optimism and pessimism make friends with each other in a warlike fashion.
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Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 7:20 AM UTC
Heatwave.
Heatwave. Dust whirling, after mobile departures, in the decadence of our innumerous crows'-feet. The sweat of humidity dropping on neutrally carpeted floors. Beer lubricating many a rusty throat as human optimism and pessimism make friends with each other in a warlike fashion.
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Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 7:20 AM UTC
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