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Single mole bull's-eyes my foot on the dash. we head east so the back windows of the truck share the sun as it goes you are cut from can't remember just what and we disagree about the new phase i myself think we would not have to have had a moon — or traffic, or thimbles we wouldn't have needed these things but we seem to need to spot calves the half moons of their faces. who are we to try?

من سنكون طوال الوقت الذي قمنا فيه بتعبئة نموذج الطائرة جالسًا مثل قطعة مركزية كنا قد وفرناها في النهاية.
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ㅤㅤㅤ? › ╱ “ Wish she left insisting upon the beauty of his hands his curls the sublimeness of strawberries and angel food but she was precocious and fear adulthood is the discipline of being above desire cultivated that you will one day have it don't ever want to stop noticing a man like the one at the bar in his loosened tie

{ — } 1975 ♝ . reading the star tribune don't want to eat my cake with a baby spoon to force small bites as women's magazines suggest and you don't want to either do you? you want a big piece of this world you would love to have the whole thing after years of learning what you want and where and how after insisting
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