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Sep 2017
Here for one word and that word is a miss.
Forgone the phone and the **** and whatnot.
Things in the attic that drip through the floor.
Waking up in quicksand.
"Four and a window, and two three smash, and there goes your fist right through the glass."
JDK
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JDK  36/M/Japan
(36/M/Japan)   
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     Aazzy, Mack, Em MacKenzie and Keith Wilson
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