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Jun 9
My coffee tasted like ****
The playlist made me cry
Strangers gave me chills
Cold looks and hot grills

I'll get up tomorrow and change everything.

I don't need coffee anyway.
I turned on the radio today.
Penmann
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Penmann  35/M/Slovenia
(35/M/Slovenia)   
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