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I bring his shoes in from the yard and ask my wife is father here - my son is a sound that tells me beauty is a sound that tells me nothing - god hounds my perfectly childless and too permissive brother whose first word was password
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
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I bring his shoes in from the yard and ask my wife is father here - my son is a sound that tells me beauty is a sound that tells me nothing - god hounds my perfectly childless and too permissive brother whose first word was password
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
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