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there is a gun pressed to my chair not sure whether to feel safer or more scared the room is tense waiter sneaks glances onto the young man, no older than 25 rolling his dice could not be louder than the 45 dB silence, easier recognition just in case i ask my dad not to take a secret photograph fearful
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
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there is a gun pressed to my chair not sure whether to feel safer or more scared the room is tense waiter sneaks glances onto the young man, no older than 25 rolling his dice could not be louder than the 45 dB silence, easier recognition just in case i ask my dad not to take a secret photograph fearful
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
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