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or themes were  them or I don't even remember anymore the drunken high wavering feelings dizzying exact places nor time,  of where I was on that date or whom I might have said to a flirt or grabbed a thigh bravely or slapped a cushiony cue ball banking the eight ball with skill winning a hundred dollar bill buying the whole ******* bar a drink and a blow job, just know that was me when, then. I had less problems younger stouter energetic time left on my tab, a deadly eye a smirk of confidence, that youthly obsession with being tough. I banked the eight ball last week while breaking and still am aching a week later. Now.
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 4:10 AM UTC
then was it
or themes were  them or I don't even remember anymore the drunken high wavering feelings dizzying exact places nor time,  of where I was on that date or whom I might have said to a flirt or grabbed a thigh bravely or slapped a cushiony cue ball banking the eight ball with skill winning a hundred dollar bill buying the whole ******* bar a drink and a blow job, just know that was me when, then. I had less problems younger stouter energetic time left on my tab, a deadly eye a smirk of confidence, that youthly obsession with being tough. I banked the eight ball last week while breaking and still am aching a week later. Now.
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 4:10 AM UTC
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