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My body seems to be destroyed. Cataclysms tore the flesh. Survival logic is broken, I can't crack a log. I can't use an aspen pole. Prop up the rotting attic. And from juniper basket I can't build anything. I can't use a twig bundle. Melt the grate fireplace. And count in French Spanish I can't for no apparent reason.
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC
Tree help
My body seems to be destroyed. Cataclysms tore the flesh. Survival logic is broken, I can't crack a log. I can't use an aspen pole. Prop up the rotting attic. And from juniper basket I can't build anything. I can't use a twig bundle. Melt the grate fireplace. And count in French Spanish I can't for no apparent reason.
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39/M/Balashikha
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC
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