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Rebecca  likes to  tread in Hampstead Heath's duck pond. She's got her white leather boots on. Impervious  to the green scaly algae. One of inherited wealths important players, her lightning decesions have consequences. Md's are expected to decide if it was her breech birth that led to her revolutionary esprit Her moon cycles will miss someone, equally as caring but conditioned to good behaviour. Is heaven toast in bed after a fight whose to say who is right? but finding your own class is neigh impossible these days
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
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Rebecca  likes to  tread in Hampstead Heath's duck pond. She's got her white leather boots on. Impervious  to the green scaly algae. One of inherited wealths important players, her lightning decesions have consequences. Md's are expected to decide if it was her breech birth that led to her revolutionary esprit Her moon cycles will miss someone, equally as caring but conditioned to good behaviour. Is heaven toast in bed after a fight whose to say who is right? but finding your own class is neigh impossible these days
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
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