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Dec 2010
3 to 1 saidn't he,d never heard such calamity spit strangled text, the paper usually. usually saiding as i'm waltzing likely by the crumbled mortar stock of lewd disinterested coffee. dranking and snorting caffeine and toffy talking. scoffing at the daily bread, 3 and 1  and 3 to 2 wouldn't say at all any a thing. or nothing. crazy laugh "******" dissembled clothing a slightly ***** tramps. they're usually, 1,3,2. **** bucking minstrels in shambles of silence.
PK Wakefield
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