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if hanging myself up to dry and folding my sheets end over end would bring you back to me, i would be wrung out and my sheets would be crisply creased. but i'm still dripping wet and my sheets are still crumpled on the floor.                                                                                       - h.m.r.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
it won't bring you here
if hanging myself up to dry and folding my sheets end over end would bring you back to me, i would be wrung out and my sheets would be crisply creased. but i'm still dripping wet and my sheets are still crumpled on the floor.                                                                                       - h.m.r.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
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