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Jan 2021
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](ķ*&they walked back thru the street of snow and ice with whispers in fog. It took too much to stay but we couldn't leave so we lit a f ire. I didn't mind. I was somewhere else   ⅖
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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