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Apr 2020
Normal is just a setting on the dryer.

There’s only so close to the edge you can stand until you fall off.
There’s only so much you can conceal with a smoke, a shrug, and a cough.

But if there's a god, he sure loves a trier.
Laura P
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Laura P  33/Genderqueer/London
(33/Genderqueer/London)   
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       Steve Page, vb, Jay M, --- and Laura P
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