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The day was bright like wash on the line, Cold like an ice cream headache, Crowded like a jar of jellybeans. He has forgotten me like an overdue bill. His mom is as giggly as a girl on prom night. My house is messy as the inside of a pumpkin. Christmas Eve was empty like the endpapers of a book.
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
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The day was bright like wash on the line, Cold like an ice cream headache, Crowded like a jar of jellybeans. He has forgotten me like an overdue bill. His mom is as giggly as a girl on prom night. My house is messy as the inside of a pumpkin. Christmas Eve was empty like the endpapers of a book.
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
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