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did not pick anything the moment i walked out of this Japanese bookstore, by known means picked up a monologue a Chinese looking young man entertaining himself looking at the security guard, 'I could not read any Chinese ... ' gesturing in the air shaking his black backpack, off i went wondering he might shrug a sad thing, like an apple napping with its pear buddies knowing nothing about its past life, the age before genetical modifications well presented at markets, feeling fresh and cool like us on summer beaches until being picked by consumers a price to pay before they leave, a fair one unlike those tomatoes fluctuate their lives simply because of good looking red faces rarely grow up naturally Mar 10, 2016 SYD
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
pick it up
did not pick anything the moment i walked out of this Japanese bookstore, by known means picked up a monologue a Chinese looking young man entertaining himself looking at the security guard, 'I could not read any Chinese ... ' gesturing in the air shaking his black backpack, off i went wondering he might shrug a sad thing, like an apple napping with its pear buddies knowing nothing about its past life, the age before genetical modifications well presented at markets, feeling fresh and cool like us on summer beaches until being picked by consumers a price to pay before they leave, a fair one unlike those tomatoes fluctuate their lives simply because of good looking red faces rarely grow up naturally Mar 10, 2016 SYD
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Mar 10, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
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