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Sep 2020
Ashes fly, gazed up to the sky. Real homies by my side. No cops here but ready to hide. Alcohol by me, buzzing til morning. Everyone is building the tolerance. Wait til we hit up the club. We'll drink til the sun comes up.
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
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