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second place ribbons are usually red they're all i ever win or lose anyways so i'll knit myself a scarf from a hundred of the fibers and when i've clawed at my neck and started to bleed no one will be able to tell red from red dead from dead

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pablo-ignacio-marin

Chilean

Published: Jan 17, 2012
LinesWords: 850

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