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Monday, February 29, 2016
if it helps in rejection, unfair: I can't performR
I saw it all happen there, imagined more
than you, even. But, I wouldn't wish this on A N Y 1
And, for all their desperation, someone touch her, please!
And, it's not your job, but I feel all sorts of guilty.
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