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Aug 2017
The crow was filthy, exhausted, covered in dirt & muddy grime but
that didn't stop him, after flying off, from ******* on me 1 last time**

No one knows and no one should care, how
I romanced twin sisters born as a pair.
One was happy, the other was happy too.
We needed big pillows when big pillows were few.
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   Breanna Riddle
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