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The monotonous sound of the engine running running but unmoving under the hood still as the air and silently purring as if not to wake anyone None stirred as the beast sat waiting waiting in the bitter cold of night cold as the ice and silently churning as if not to wake anyone Light emerges from the crack beneath beneath the door, slowly climbing climbing like a mountaineer and silently burning as if not to wake anyone Silent rendezvous beneath the stars stars and sleep soon after followed quietly quietly as you stood and silently left as if not to wake anyone
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
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The monotonous sound of the engine running running but unmoving under the hood still as the air and silently purring as if not to wake anyone None stirred as the beast sat waiting waiting in the bitter cold of night cold as the ice and silently churning as if not to wake anyone Light emerges from the crack beneath beneath the door, slowly climbing climbing like a mountaineer and silently burning as if not to wake anyone Silent rendezvous beneath the stars stars and sleep soon after followed quietly quietly as you stood and silently left as if not to wake anyone
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
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