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I Think They're Only Open Til 5:30 Or Something

I can't use this cable it's a different color than all the other ones No, uncle, really I can't use it No, way more Can't than Won't and you know that Please stop pretending like you've never met me before You know I want to get this done too but we need another cloth-wrapped light brown cable And no please don't mess with any of the presets on anything Pony isn't here but can I take a message? May your name feel like vaseline in the mouths of your enemies
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Feb 7, 2013
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