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Apr 2015
"it's *******," I said. you turned to me and said that it couldn't possibly be, that you were sure of it. but all I could do was breathe in the smoke and turn to the mountains and city lights surrounding me. I could finally breathe there, even with the obscene amount of smoke and dust in the air.
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     Shang and M
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