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Apr 2015
and i remember asking him,
angus, love, do you have to throw stones?
why not flowers? why not cotton wool?
and he replied as such:

thomas, you keep walking under ladders.
you never throw that salt.
how do you expect me to react?
excerpt from "unlucky"
xeron
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xeron  australia
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