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He preens my feathers, fans my flames- he lets me grow, he lets me destroy him. I am happy. . but you still flip off my street when you pass it.
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
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Black Jeep Liberty
He preens my feathers, fans my flames- he lets me grow, he lets me destroy him. I am happy. . but you still flip off my street when you pass it.
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