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At the corner of 8th and 8th

A lovely optical illusion is old in seconds and dead in minutes I remember the camper van; it was the highlight of my day. There’s always time for jaywalking. The people who name streets are the people who still use Internet Explorer. Cumberland would make the perfect photograph. If I had money, I would live in a fairy-tale for a day. It’s like a thin cotton t-shirt pulled too tightly over the ridges of a spine. We would make great comic book villains; we’re already competent bank robbers. They boarded up their windows, how welcoming. I wonder how much tape gets stuck to your shoes while you cross the street. Everyone needs ceramic vegetables. Catch the light with our breaths. 10th street goes through quite a transformation. Financial time Deutschland.
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juliana
Canadian
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Oct 14, 2012
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