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We found **** in the den that day high on gas, giddy at the sight, it was inevitable really and at half past three, sometime in July, I slide along the living room wall wearing chintz paper. In my room I pirouette as a jewellery box ***** Regal Kingsize, Butane and crushed grass radiate like a Glade plugin (essence of rebellion). Barbie snake eyes me “What have you done? "Oh My God! You know how much trouble you’ll be in, you shouldn’t have let this happen” her voice is glacier planes and a million icicles form in my chest. I tell her to shut her mouth while swallowing ice before it melts into a puddle at my feet. She never spoke again.
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Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 6:56 AM UTC
The Day Barbie Died
We found **** in the den that day high on gas, giddy at the sight, it was inevitable really and at half past three, sometime in July, I slide along the living room wall wearing chintz paper. In my room I pirouette as a jewellery box ***** Regal Kingsize, Butane and crushed grass radiate like a Glade plugin (essence of rebellion). Barbie snake eyes me “What have you done? "Oh My God! You know how much trouble you’ll be in, you shouldn’t have let this happen” her voice is glacier planes and a million icicles form in my chest. I tell her to shut her mouth while swallowing ice before it melts into a puddle at my feet. She never spoke again.
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Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 6:56 AM UTC
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