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when we met he smelled like tobacco and vanilla and he looked like trouble maybe he was a little rough and tumble and liked to fight bare-knuckled but he kickstarted my heart right into overdrive
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
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when we met he smelled like tobacco and vanilla and he looked like trouble maybe he was a little rough and tumble and liked to fight bare-knuckled but he kickstarted my heart right into overdrive
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
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