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Mar 2013
So you'll realize
I don't make sense.
What usually happens:
they lose interest.
An inside-out umbrella.
A stained iron.
An oven-fridge on the roadside.
Ann Beaver
Written by
Ann Beaver
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   ---, Ck, Roni Shelley, JL and Chuck
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