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Sep 2016
Freaking out in the parking lot, sitting in my car talking to myself, I came here to get something, do you know what it was? I can't make my self move because I thought about what was
Between you and me, wait no you could never keep a secret, you let all the groceries spill onto the kitchen floor, and now I've forgotten what I got them for.
AK93
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AK93  24/M/United States
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