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my program is a lost signal overweight styrofoam rubbing muddled in hangover hair choke back the over spill language will clog the drain bulky, fatigued under the awning cruised to isle tempi passati surfed a certain drift, definite your flexing dedication was heat exhaled into a humbled room wearing a sweatshirt/sweat pant combo with the comforter pulled all the way up at 3 p.m. on a  humid summer afternoon sweltering wandering mirage day trips   publicly a deaf runaway gnawing on a cactus wing robbed of north and south scouting for rocks half in moss anxious I won't be home in time to see my favorite show. doesn't need a button to play, just some bad luck and thunder drool
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May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 1:42 AM UTC
why is the remote always shoved in the couch cushion
my program is a lost signal overweight styrofoam rubbing muddled in hangover hair choke back the over spill language will clog the drain bulky, fatigued under the awning cruised to isle tempi passati surfed a certain drift, definite your flexing dedication was heat exhaled into a humbled room wearing a sweatshirt/sweat pant combo with the comforter pulled all the way up at 3 p.m. on a  humid summer afternoon sweltering wandering mirage day trips   publicly a deaf runaway gnawing on a cactus wing robbed of north and south scouting for rocks half in moss anxious I won't be home in time to see my favorite show. doesn't need a button to play, just some bad luck and thunder drool
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megan-hundley
25/F/American
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 1:42 AM UTC
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