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on the stairs in front of the old row house two doors on the front between two Azaleas beautifully displaying their grandeur I sit non-competitive with a thing in this world the paint flaking under my *** on the worn out tongue and groove floor and a tilted brick post supports the roof and I am concretely not caring about peeling paint or the leaky roof or the neighbor's complaining constantly how my Gardenia bushes by the property line so full so gorgeous voluptuously block their view little things don't matter I sweat them off because I got some heavy duty anti-perspirant I cook up myself don't tell the DEA
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
don't tell the DEA
on the stairs in front of the old row house two doors on the front between two Azaleas beautifully displaying their grandeur I sit non-competitive with a thing in this world the paint flaking under my *** on the worn out tongue and groove floor and a tilted brick post supports the roof and I am concretely not caring about peeling paint or the leaky roof or the neighbor's complaining constantly how my Gardenia bushes by the property line so full so gorgeous voluptuously block their view little things don't matter I sweat them off because I got some heavy duty anti-perspirant I cook up myself don't tell the DEA
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
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