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I am taking off my hand like a glove and leaving it on your little table in the hall for you to find as though I forgot it in my breezy exit I won't be able to touch anything until you return my hand I never leave anything behind I never make mistakes without complete intent without a significant charade Think to yourself, what a silly thing, she's left her hand behind, I must get it back to her
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
On the little table by the phone and vase of flowers
I am taking off my hand like a glove and leaving it on your little table in the hall for you to find as though I forgot it in my breezy exit I won't be able to touch anything until you return my hand I never leave anything behind I never make mistakes without complete intent without a significant charade Think to yourself, what a silly thing, she's left her hand behind, I must get it back to her
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
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