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Once tall, he now sits stooped over a stool. drool, dropping from his lips. pen in hand and hardly a smirk to share where he once mocked. the clock now ticks louder. He’s still regarded as a **** by everyone but her. and it sticks like gum under table tops, and flips and flops, because he once had a confident air. Now there is a blatant obnoxious stare. A history of charm does less good and more harm than it should.
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
The Man
Once tall, he now sits stooped over a stool. drool, dropping from his lips. pen in hand and hardly a smirk to share where he once mocked. the clock now ticks louder. He’s still regarded as a **** by everyone but her. and it sticks like gum under table tops, and flips and flops, because he once had a confident air. Now there is a blatant obnoxious stare. A history of charm does less good and more harm than it should.
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31/NB/Australian
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
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