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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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