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I've seen the sky turn orange. Last Christmas. Going to a party (that's all Christmas is, a party) it was grey and purple and all of a sudden orange. Brent was in the car with me I don't remember who was driving or if we were coming from or going too. But we both remember orange. We talk about it its one of those odd things that we both remember and we don't know why but every few months I'll mention the orange fog or he will we were drunk (that's what Christmas is at home) The sky in town is always orange. Every night Orange sky at home. That was special.
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Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 7:01 AM UTC
He Got Drunk And Passed Out By The Stovepipe
I've seen the sky turn orange. Last Christmas. Going to a party (that's all Christmas is, a party) it was grey and purple and all of a sudden orange. Brent was in the car with me I don't remember who was driving or if we were coming from or going too. But we both remember orange. We talk about it its one of those odd things that we both remember and we don't know why but every few months I'll mention the orange fog or he will we were drunk (that's what Christmas is at home) The sky in town is always orange. Every night Orange sky at home. That was special.
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adam-pierce-critchley
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Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 7:01 AM UTC
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