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i used to patch the holes in your pants that you tore while climbing rocks i always used to think that plaid jackets and plain jeans suited you best now your temper is short as well as your hair and your fire eyes look off in to the sky rather than crawling up my arm in to mine
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
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i used to patch the holes in your pants that you tore while climbing rocks i always used to think that plaid jackets and plain jeans suited you best now your temper is short as well as your hair and your fire eyes look off in to the sky rather than crawling up my arm in to mine
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
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