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Nosy Knuckler, too tough for the rugged, tugboat huffing the mud puddle's summit. Home-bound with that lighthouse stumble; strapped to the grin with a sailor's plummet. He's white face like the page he evades; weighted down by the surplus day-to-day What's the race? Buckle down inertia coupled with Challenger assertion ushers in a mind tripwire explosion of tick-tack proportion.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
Vacancy
Nosy Knuckler, too tough for the rugged, tugboat huffing the mud puddle's summit. Home-bound with that lighthouse stumble; strapped to the grin with a sailor's plummet. He's white face like the page he evades; weighted down by the surplus day-to-day What's the race? Buckle down inertia coupled with Challenger assertion ushers in a mind tripwire explosion of tick-tack proportion.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
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