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The cops are beating a guy who says mom mom mom and the cops in their motherlessness get more mad. Artistic, faithful, ***. Some plastic in us that makes us want heaven. My brothers smoke cigarettes or faint doing math. Time is a sick angel but not the sickest. What this means to snow is Franz I don’t have the details. I think my love is real.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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