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Trippin' Lightyears

Case Spadet! Look at all of the beautiful stars, (yea, get a flashlight, it's too dark) Look at the way I float so high up! (the affects will wear off soon enough) You are my chief of tactical officer! (I'm also on your own, that makes two of us) We are rank 2 divisions finest, and this smore's for you!
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alan-s-bailey
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Nov 14, 2015
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Hippies high, lol...just playing. This is merely comedic, I don't intend any offence.

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#dark#space#dust#magic#high#camping#officer#cadet
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