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All downhill from here

Cascading, at scale, eye service, watching, int'resting, virtue really, worth, feel touched, touched in the head, late onset berdach. Nah, tubes tied, abortions never needed. but what, eight billion eaters on a world, Malthusian Darwinian, luck of the draw, live hard, die young. Too late. I sigh, and make peace with that one old joke, I am too old, to be the youngest anything.
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kenpepiton
77 / M / Pine Valley CA
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Written by
kenpepiton
77 / M / Pine Valley CA
Published
Oct 8, 2022
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Quick sowed.

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