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a stitch, tingle, tingling twinge - oh my, my choler, my choler don’t let me be the last to know, I beg; livid in its nature, discolored by the bruising - in the beasts of things; wrath. such a heavy tone for this indignation or your denseness; dolt neverthelesser, I’ll vent my spleen ‘til you’ve vanished back into that bathroom I found you in
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 1:29 PM UTC
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a stitch, tingle, tingling twinge - oh my, my choler, my choler don’t let me be the last to know, I beg; livid in its nature, discolored by the bruising - in the beasts of things; wrath. such a heavy tone for this indignation or your denseness; dolt neverthelesser, I’ll vent my spleen ‘til you’ve vanished back into that bathroom I found you in
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Egyptian
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 1:29 PM UTC
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