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Aug 11
The puppy is located in room two according to the Motel 8 Times.
I heard it last night, puppy howling into nothing.
Just annoying while I was taking an enormous bath.
The news itself is crude, Kinko sponsored.
But there are no more cigarettes. Only habit.
Holding a pencil gets the job done. Jabbing at the Times.
Dusk time sun makes his presence known.
Brazen, bold crimsons and hazy salty airs perfume this rinky **** motel bathroom.
The essence of what that cigarette used to provide me.
Blazing through a small, dark blunt, everything becomes certain.
Bree
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Bree  42/Cisgender Female/Los Angeles
(42/Cisgender Female/Los Angeles)   
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