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Jan 2016
Wow, that's good you're doing really good out there.
Woah, like minus the atmosphere I can stand hectic air.
The pollution is everything and
The way you are balder in the summer even remakes me
****, look over at you and cry for Fall
Lame, that I didn't call until you lost everything.
Cole Hearn
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Cole Hearn  Snapwalk Parish
(Snapwalk Parish)   
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