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Aug 2012
Oh, okay.
I see how it is.
You're just going to
walk into my house,
tear down a wall,
carve out a door and
call it your own.
Right.
That's how it's
gonna be.
Fine.
But don't expect
a lion to be docile
when you rip
it's cave apart.
Don't expect i'll
take this lying down.
I'll take this standing up,
thank you VERY much.
I'd take it flying
if I could.
You'll be hearing from me
soon enough.
You owe me a door.
genevieve moncada
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genevieve moncada
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