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I tried to ask her the name of the trumpet player she did the twist with. She hasn't got back to me. I tried to give him away to a woman who looked somewhat like me so I had more time to hammer sheet metal. That didn't work out. In my garage I found a handmade nail, I found a pellet gun with a red lettered alias, the tongue of a camaro. I wonder if I will practice the histrionics to death. Poem is overkill, body is alright. I drink water like a drain. I spin like a drain, sit still like a drain. Maybe I'm ****** by you in the worst way: rubbing cloth over a model t I found at the gallary, like it's my job to keep it clean, to keep it safe.
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
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I tried to ask her the name of the trumpet player she did the twist with. She hasn't got back to me. I tried to give him away to a woman who looked somewhat like me so I had more time to hammer sheet metal. That didn't work out. In my garage I found a handmade nail, I found a pellet gun with a red lettered alias, the tongue of a camaro. I wonder if I will practice the histrionics to death. Poem is overkill, body is alright. I drink water like a drain. I spin like a drain, sit still like a drain. Maybe I'm ****** by you in the worst way: rubbing cloth over a model t I found at the gallary, like it's my job to keep it clean, to keep it safe.
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
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