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I met her on a carrousel we'd both been riding all our lives. I felt my firetruck sliding round and round and up and down as I saw her in the distance on a camel right next to a clown. I waved she glanced, our ways of transportation danced and slaved and carried us but never closer. Exiting the vehicle in the middle of a round is against the rules.
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
Thus still, I sit
I met her on a carrousel we'd both been riding all our lives. I felt my firetruck sliding round and round and up and down as I saw her in the distance on a camel right next to a clown. I waved she glanced, our ways of transportation danced and slaved and carried us but never closer. Exiting the vehicle in the middle of a round is against the rules.
Daan
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Belgian
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
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