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Nov 2015
Hot water so hot it turns you cold and you are really cooking but you don't care until you get prunes for fingers and a dizzy high. Your legs are jelly because their almost done you should've waited a little longer. Head back waiting for the water to cover your nose it'll be done but one **** and your crying and you hate that you thought that again you thought That. You haven't thought That in so long and you blame it on the weather and get a heat lamp like everyone else.
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