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A liquid asset currently in my safe. In bullet form it can kill a werewolf. He who has the desired personality type women want.   The color one’s hair turns with age/stress.
At a crawfish boil I cannot fully make peace With myself because I have frequent flashbacks Of spring break in April of 2005 when I waited for my big Sister Tori in that red and yellow sunset For 3 days straight
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