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Do not pick broken things up.  Your bare, un-callused hands should not reach out and caress.  Do not try to glue the pieces back together.  You will end up bleeding.  You will end up with a leaking, half-assed excuse for a cup.  You will be burne
on the corner of Madison and Wells, a ghost with a gray cotton tee and tattered jeans saw my red lace dress and started deer hunting. he wasn’t timid, only lanky, and gripped the ground 
It is half past three and I have finally reached my home
It is half past three and I have finally reached my home
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