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It’s 12AM sharp And I murmur to myself, What a brand new day to sleep off. On a doleful Wednesday, I can tell I’m coming down with something. I am equivalent to a bottle of nonalcoholic whisky infused with maple syrup. Distasteful but creative; Limited ******* edition. See, disregarding how terrible my state tastes like I still make perfect sense and sound tempting, I always do.
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
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It’s 12AM sharp And I murmur to myself, What a brand new day to sleep off. On a doleful Wednesday, I can tell I’m coming down with something. I am equivalent to a bottle of nonalcoholic whisky infused with maple syrup. Distasteful but creative; Limited ******* edition. See, disregarding how terrible my state tastes like I still make perfect sense and sound tempting, I always do.
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
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