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So we found some green pine cones with black spindles poking out and a funny, fuzzy fur. When we pulled apart the scales, a pungent Christmas smell wafted from its fruity core. Speculations ran amok until we recognized an unblossomed magnolia
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
Green Pine Cones
So we found some green pine cones with black spindles poking out and a funny, fuzzy fur. When we pulled apart the scales, a pungent Christmas smell wafted from its fruity core. Speculations ran amok until we recognized an unblossomed magnolia
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
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