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December,    the whole year,                      actually, has whittled my world d o w n to a lap cat older than me in fur years, and this misnomered, smartphone, from which I strain to shave marrow from stolen bones in the manner of a single tooth                    wolf.
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Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 9:53 AM UTC
Smartphone & Stylus
December,    the whole year,                      actually, has whittled my world d o w n to a lap cat older than me in fur years, and this misnomered, smartphone, from which I strain to shave marrow from stolen bones in the manner of a single tooth                    wolf.
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Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 9:53 AM UTC
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