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Dec 2014
𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹,
𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹,
𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈,
𝒯𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝒶 𝓅𝓊𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒,
𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊r 𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓈.
Tangerine
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Tangerine  28/F/Somewhere Out There
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