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Jan 2019
i'm working the game,
but you stay working me.
none of you are the same,
but i'll still take all three.
one offered me chick-fil-a after. the next only knows how to make pancakes. the third only ever eats captain crunch. nonetheless, i wouldn't mind waking up to any of you the morning after.
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adriana  17/F/la
(17/F/la)   
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