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A white fog seeps into your brain it whisperers sleep things need doing but nothing you can't do later fog should be chilly and damp but this is warm blankets on a winters day it makes a good case but when the fog rolls away it might be too late to do what should've been done.
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
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A white fog seeps into your brain it whisperers sleep things need doing but nothing you can't do later fog should be chilly and damp but this is warm blankets on a winters day it makes a good case but when the fog rolls away it might be too late to do what should've been done.
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
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