its like the stray cat you feed once, that always comes back.
im still finding dead birds on my porch.
your tokens of affection are wisely chosen.
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- with the bottle astrew & everythings a wreck its volume six hundred & sixty five of our battle. the high bar is one away from talking to virgin mary because we are running on almost empty.
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