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Belly up, The brain is now molasses. The slow synapsis can't see the scowling faces. Build the bridge and engrave his name on it. He will not pay you a cent for it.
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
Basking In The Light
Belly up, The brain is now molasses. The slow synapsis can't see the scowling faces. Build the bridge and engrave his name on it. He will not pay you a cent for it.
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M/New Jersey, USA
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
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