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moss garden with black veil |
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singing baby, it's you by smith, in my head, in the aftermath |
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in my head my heart is in my head |
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shore of angels |
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dharma girl |
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diamond girl |
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distraction on the pier |
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estrangement was nothing new to these missions. (area x). |
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expect the worst then you wont be disappointed unless its worse. |
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for the ghost holly, whom i did not know in person, but saw a picture of her eye in close-up and the clarity and color will stay with me, and who will be missed by sister runty and mother sarah. |
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forthright might not win the race but wins the heart |
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freak out with tethered joy |
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i cant concentrate |
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i fell on a runner in the hall today and lay there i don't know how long i couldn't get up i was barking my throat raw and my food and water dishes two impossible feet away. |
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i mo get you! yeh right you on a leash girl. |
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man of sky |
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honey of winter |
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between the bed and the food lies the long hall. |
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pier look |
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prince is intellectually and in physical stature little but undeniably sexy and well endowed musically |
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red court |
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red leash |
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slave |
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what is this string on my finger for |
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tree prayers |
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a penguin on my back? man you are crazy. |
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to run |
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citrus fruit |
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diva |
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you mean the war might be at war with itself? |
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