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I pulled out a scarf and pretended to be a fortune teller; thick insense, marijuana. Lottery smile. I'd never lie about my lucky document shredder, my broken down motorcycle. Not like cheap wine poured over cellulite; a hog dripping blood; she hunter fed on leaves. Should the basketball hoop fall at a different angle and spare your clavicle, you would see smoke signals from the squatters place- their fruitcake is delicious. Can't be sure about their dog though,  their dog had rabies and a collar that says FREELANCE. I put too much hot sauce in the hashbrowns. I was still drunk. I told my boyfriend his fortune was insincere, that I am [today] a dead pilot and a stripper and a jilted florist all before noon.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
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I pulled out a scarf and pretended to be a fortune teller; thick insense, marijuana. Lottery smile. I'd never lie about my lucky document shredder, my broken down motorcycle. Not like cheap wine poured over cellulite; a hog dripping blood; she hunter fed on leaves. Should the basketball hoop fall at a different angle and spare your clavicle, you would see smoke signals from the squatters place- their fruitcake is delicious. Can't be sure about their dog though,  their dog had rabies and a collar that says FREELANCE. I put too much hot sauce in the hashbrowns. I was still drunk. I told my boyfriend his fortune was insincere, that I am [today] a dead pilot and a stripper and a jilted florist all before noon.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
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