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With their necks and hair and noses fancy chairs hams hips, laughs. Voices sque- a sudden movement rushing, racing sand smashing crashing peppering the audience -aghast shocking, tragedy. It was so pretty too. With their necks and hair and noses fancy chairs hams hips, less laughter Voices still squeaking They walk out doors and into cars and back into reality.
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
It's That Time Of The Year Already
With their necks and hair and noses fancy chairs hams hips, laughs. Voices sque- a sudden movement rushing, racing sand smashing crashing peppering the audience -aghast shocking, tragedy. It was so pretty too. With their necks and hair and noses fancy chairs hams hips, less laughter Voices still squeaking They walk out doors and into cars and back into reality.
A snapshot of a moment. Every get together has that one clumsy guest.
jordan-sterling
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
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