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Jun 13
He's like an old building that's decayed. The bones are good. The core is sturdy. But everything is falling apart and in a state of disrepair without the right tools. He doesnt wanna find the right tools, and I can't find them for him. I'd probably find the wrong ones anyway
Emma Katka
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Emma Katka  33/F/North Dakota/Minnesota
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