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Dismal cold flying from coats, from every seat inevitable chill gloats, a single breath makes my veins ice, curse this air its worth summer thrice.
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
Chills
Dismal cold flying from coats, from every seat inevitable chill gloats, a single breath makes my veins ice, curse this air its worth summer thrice.
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14/M/Eaton Rapids
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
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