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entirely the use of his body. cigarette like a lover only there to sober his hands five minutes. anything fell becomes the last link of a buried tow chain. emphysema, the on again off again j-hook of his right heel run off with devil horn. how lifts, watch him, the blank assigned weight of your firstborn without housing a single thought. it is always, this, shoe that drops. a lifetime of work, say it, **** your mouth away. your mother has tried to **** him; she a lack river. handless and is not the one pulls him out or keeps him from being.
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Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
old man
entirely the use of his body. cigarette like a lover only there to sober his hands five minutes. anything fell becomes the last link of a buried tow chain. emphysema, the on again off again j-hook of his right heel run off with devil horn. how lifts, watch him, the blank assigned weight of your firstborn without housing a single thought. it is always, this, shoe that drops. a lifetime of work, say it, **** your mouth away. your mother has tried to **** him; she a lack river. handless and is not the one pulls him out or keeps him from being.
barton-d-smock
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Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
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