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Sep 2020
run it up to me, we out here about to drink. let our minds shrink. let the slur start talking. snapchat blowing up on our stories to have views stalking.
we're letting go, chilling by the fire before it gets cold. weekly tunes, about ready to bust a move.
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
(28/M/Minnesota)   
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     Strying, Melancholy of Innocence and ---
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