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Spigot wires, spun into ****** fires. Arson gives him chills. They deserved it, he knows, He blows into the wind. He saw their faces. It’s rigamorole, it’s standard joshing. Nobody heard.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC
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Spigot wires, spun into ****** fires. Arson gives him chills. They deserved it, he knows, He blows into the wind. He saw their faces. It’s rigamorole, it’s standard joshing. Nobody heard.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC
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