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Feb 2
Back together?
How wonderful!
But I have just one question,
For the man in the picture.
When you swore not to return,
And cursed her as a *****,
Did you not mean it at all?
My friend, what happened to the dirt you talked?
Alas, this plight is mine fault alone, for I forged the love that lead here with my two hands. Wash me clean again, and let me let go of this new peril I will soon come to know. As just another drab creation of mine own.
Abbott J Hardison
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Abbott J Hardison  14/M/Rochester NY
(14/M/Rochester NY)   
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