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Brown ponytail: as long as she’s been alive, sandy like hot straw as she pedaled that baby blue bike. In that moment, when she looked the other way, she lost the ability to say, "Only one more mile." Because she was just a pile Of cherry red mush.
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Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
Brown Ponytail
Brown ponytail: as long as she’s been alive, sandy like hot straw as she pedaled that baby blue bike. In that moment, when she looked the other way, she lost the ability to say, "Only one more mile." Because she was just a pile Of cherry red mush.
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Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
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