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[04 Jan 2006|11:18am] |
it does not fit; that i should be as i am in this moment, else tells us that of course isnt as predictable as anyone may have ori ginally thought.
gone and staying away and what a laugh is had...so much of one as to make the sky, even, blush.
yes.
verily, the day bursts out of onto through itself making a wet plush noise which tickles and pokes and chides, even, kind of.
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