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Aug 2014
Do you remember when we sat on your roof and listened to Wu-Tang?
The kush smoke filled my lungs but burned in the most wonderful way.
Put our conversations into the rolling paper so I can inhale that night over and over again, and get high on the memories.
Tupelo
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Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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