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Feb 2020
Ran out of gas
At last
I know the limit
Cold out I'm be here for a good minute
Everyones busy or sleeping
Sorry for the bother I'm not creeping
Just cold
Well I can hang here my skins bold
At least theres a little heat
Wearing slippers now I've got cold feat
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
(28/M/Minnesota)   
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