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A street preacher on about God and her friends I Kick a Cigarette that's still lit and think of your brand the way your lips softly twist around the cork when you're ****** in that small space in your new place that you kick it with friends *But I bet you'd rather me die here in this queue that I'm in for a no cost flu shot than to see me again*
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
North Western (on Virginia)
A street preacher on about God and her friends I Kick a Cigarette that's still lit and think of your brand the way your lips softly twist around the cork when you're ****** in that small space in your new place that you kick it with friends *But I bet you'd rather me die here in this queue that I'm in for a no cost flu shot than to see me again*
nick-hernandez
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
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