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Dec 2013
oh, my dear, let's not pretend that you don't remember that I know where you keep your spare lighter and how that scar above your eye is from when you fell out of a tree trying to hold my hand last summer (not from tripping down the stairs when you were ten)
Kay Reed
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Kay Reed  F/ohio
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