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Jan 2011
An endless ocean of fabric before her,
with abstract names that hold no meaning except,
in the constant chatting of blond girls in short skirts.
She has to pick the right one.
ScrabbleDiva
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ScrabbleDiva  28/F/Oklahoma
(28/F/Oklahoma)   
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