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May 2018
My dad says my fuzzy dice in the mirror are an obstruction.

I say that's the whole point.


If i live or die tomorrow or a thousand years
from a dollar to a doughnut
I'll bet you can turn your ****** words to gold

Jack, man...

I wish you were here
Bryce
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Bryce  M/San Francisco, CA
(M/San Francisco, CA)   
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