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i had a russian girlfriend... to be honest?   it would have been easier to get away with what i just did with my neighbours sleeping... sharpening 3 kitchen knives: metal under water then...     i sharpened them like a blacksmith might take to crafting 3 horse-shoes, cooled under the water, then checked if sharp-enough over a fern shaft, or a flower's pettle of made incission...               this stone akin to 5pm stubble... or what's called vogue shadow...       3 knives nearing the  equivalent to 1 scythe... there... my friday night... sharpening 3 knives in the dark, a friday... what becomes "atypical" in going out...     three knives sharpened...                 placed under water to erase the friction burns imposed on the metal by the stone scratched into / against...               friday: and the 3 sharpened knives.
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
sharpening 3 knives in the night
i had a russian girlfriend... to be honest?   it would have been easier to get away with what i just did with my neighbours sleeping... sharpening 3 kitchen knives: metal under water then...     i sharpened them like a blacksmith might take to crafting 3 horse-shoes, cooled under the water, then checked if sharp-enough over a fern shaft, or a flower's pettle of made incission...               this stone akin to 5pm stubble... or what's called vogue shadow...       3 knives nearing the  equivalent to 1 scythe... there... my friday night... sharpening 3 knives in the dark, a friday... what becomes "atypical" in going out...     three knives sharpened...                 placed under water to erase the friction burns imposed on the metal by the stone scratched into / against...               friday: and the 3 sharpened knives.
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
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