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My body is not a wonderland. there is nothing sultry about A Cold. 'Come hither' with a red nose? Oh Baby... Commentary on Modern Music, nearly halted by an almost snot rocket... Authority tempered with a rasp. "Did you know you could DIE if you hold in a sneeze?" 9 year old anecdotal prophet's looming outline, right up close to my face. messy  half-dreams under the futile winter-hat Reality Shield in the backseat of  Homeward bound Economy Wheel Gathering. **** Man Voice to telemarketers. No sir, that's Mrs. White.
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
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My body is not a wonderland. there is nothing sultry about A Cold. 'Come hither' with a red nose? Oh Baby... Commentary on Modern Music, nearly halted by an almost snot rocket... Authority tempered with a rasp. "Did you know you could DIE if you hold in a sneeze?" 9 year old anecdotal prophet's looming outline, right up close to my face. messy  half-dreams under the futile winter-hat Reality Shield in the backseat of  Homeward bound Economy Wheel Gathering. **** Man Voice to telemarketers. No sir, that's Mrs. White.
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
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