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I used Bukowski's back as a makeshift table, and packed one to smoke. I hit it a couple times, only setting it down to text him back. It's a chilly Friday night. It's the first time I've felt Fall this year. A cool steady breeze blows in my bedroom window, and he tells me I love you.
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
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I used Bukowski's back as a makeshift table, and packed one to smoke. I hit it a couple times, only setting it down to text him back. It's a chilly Friday night. It's the first time I've felt Fall this year. A cool steady breeze blows in my bedroom window, and he tells me I love you.
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
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