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Dec 2019
Freedom to travel, would let me unravel my pen and Scrabble, urban met suburban and rural had built my castle, grass and cattle fed me the basics, the road was gravel, and public transportation was hub of the city's hassle, suburban surely serving excursions to learn to dabble, how fun it was to witness the gripping, slipping and saddles, thanking GOD for all of my wisdom, prisms, and paddles, surfing, seeing surging and all the ******'s, I TRAVEL!
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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