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Rabble, babble, babble blinking buildings, ashen wood. Good posture turns preposterous, not feeling as I should. Bare back no racks of social tax, receipts below the hull; A lack of lax amongst the facts a tray of butts grown full.
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
rabble babble
Rabble, babble, babble blinking buildings, ashen wood. Good posture turns preposterous, not feeling as I should. Bare back no racks of social tax, receipts below the hull; A lack of lax amongst the facts a tray of butts grown full.
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
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