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Oct 2017
β€œOh, merciful death, spare me my time. For were it not for this dreaded illness I’d be knocking about the rectory.”
I cinched up her chin up with a bridle strap softer than copper cable
that races results to imputely defile the worst nursery-rhyming fable
𝘚𝘢𝘻𝘺 π˜‰π˜¦π˜³π˜­π˜ͺ𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺
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