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The night fades like the flavor of vanilla ice cream after a taste of chocolate before the crunch of hardened cookie mixed with the gush of cream mixed in a different cream of which the origin is all nearby The night is the final last report of the firework which pounded the sky of a small town in the middle of a big land of people that dream dreams of putting cookies in ice cream
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
Grand Finale
The night fades like the flavor of vanilla ice cream after a taste of chocolate before the crunch of hardened cookie mixed with the gush of cream mixed in a different cream of which the origin is all nearby The night is the final last report of the firework which pounded the sky of a small town in the middle of a big land of people that dream dreams of putting cookies in ice cream
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
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