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Jan 2013
This fog is all cranberries
pine is all frosted, he is so
far acclimated to flirtatious
language, my footprints are
stepping stones and all he
has to do is follow, so how
do I stop the cycle how do
shed

skin?
(c) Brooke Otto
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