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Oct 2019
Listening to the whistling air as the cold breeze from the winter season come upon me.
Will she ever hear my voice?
Le Beau
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Le Beau  25/M/Suisun-Fairfield
(25/M/Suisun-Fairfield)   
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   Bijan Rabiee
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