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May 2015
I thought I was helping
But all he did was continue blabbering on about dishes and days.
I told her the truth, I finished up earlier and had a little meeting with a filmmaker. Later, I decided to ask if could help out with the clean up.
For a short 15 minutes.

She said, "I don't know what that's about."

Now, I wait.
I could just pretend to be asleep when they come back.
Nothing really matters when you're sleeping.
Devin Tinnin
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Devin Tinnin  Petaluma, ca
(Petaluma, ca)   
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