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Dec 2018
Across the table sits a leather black  chair with absolutely no meaning.

And me on the other side. Waiting for what’s gone to return, I have this problem where I never give up of hope
Kaitlyn Marie
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Kaitlyn Marie  F/Upper Midwest
(F/Upper Midwest)   
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