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Lets go to his party later, I don’t’ know the address I never have, but I know how to get there. The house has a blue door. We can dismantle the hosts bike and throw the frame up a tree let nocturnal birds fly off with pedals in their beaks. We can padlock his fridge, and when no ones around we’ll place a pigs foot under his pillow then we can **** on the coats in a dark room where we shouldn’t be. We’ll ingest pills and potions and have epiphanies under paper shaded IKEA lights. Midnight is staggering down the hallway and she was keen to remind me “we are appendixs in someone’s story “
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Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 8:03 AM UTC
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Lets go to his party later, I don’t’ know the address I never have, but I know how to get there. The house has a blue door. We can dismantle the hosts bike and throw the frame up a tree let nocturnal birds fly off with pedals in their beaks. We can padlock his fridge, and when no ones around we’ll place a pigs foot under his pillow then we can **** on the coats in a dark room where we shouldn’t be. We’ll ingest pills and potions and have epiphanies under paper shaded IKEA lights. Midnight is staggering down the hallway and she was keen to remind me “we are appendixs in someone’s story “
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Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 8:03 AM UTC
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