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It's been weeks since I last recognized. I haven't had a buddy sit across me Enthusiastically chomping while moving his mouth. Neither during times when I traverse stretches of land Have I had a Second to push me along, at the same time un-bore me. Yet my problem's solution is simple: GO out, OPEN the door, LET everyone in and everything out But that is not who I am.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
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It's been weeks since I last recognized. I haven't had a buddy sit across me Enthusiastically chomping while moving his mouth. Neither during times when I traverse stretches of land Have I had a Second to push me along, at the same time un-bore me. Yet my problem's solution is simple: GO out, OPEN the door, LET everyone in and everything out But that is not who I am.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
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