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“All water tastes the same,” he spoke with a frowned brow. That’s how I knew we weren’t meant to be.
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Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 6:02 PM UTC
Water
“All water tastes the same,” he spoke with a frowned brow. That’s how I knew we weren’t meant to be.
deepeningmoonlight
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23/F/Ireland
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 6:02 PM UTC
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