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Aug 2016
you were my getaway car until I realized I didn't mind getting caught.
until I recognized the excitement,
the thrill of trouble.
and he was my trouble...
a getaway car is bound to stop at some point.
Isabelle Christianson
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   --- and Jess Hays
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