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Bring me the bottom of a bottle. Any old dusty, decrepit glass will do. Stiffer the poison the better. I've run out of ways of spelling s.o.s and I want something real to last. Love comes when you least expect, but I've long since given up and haven't found it yet.
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
How To **** A Quiet Person
Bring me the bottom of a bottle. Any old dusty, decrepit glass will do. Stiffer the poison the better. I've run out of ways of spelling s.o.s and I want something real to last. Love comes when you least expect, but I've long since given up and haven't found it yet.
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
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