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I haven't any light, I mean it, and I don't have a reason to help the nuns, although the homeless mean so much to me, I spit in their change-cups, and cringe at the smell of them. The worst part really was the bats, though, because I could hear them rustle into the night, ***** grimy wings, I didn't ever see them. I never will. This is all a part of the electricity.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
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I haven't any light, I mean it, and I don't have a reason to help the nuns, although the homeless mean so much to me, I spit in their change-cups, and cringe at the smell of them. The worst part really was the bats, though, because I could hear them rustle into the night, ***** grimy wings, I didn't ever see them. I never will. This is all a part of the electricity.
Without a blanket, you jumped into the world, very, very, very sorry, but even moreso am I very blonde and reasonably proud of you.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
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