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2011/07/12

Buff


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 So come here then. Rest your Jill at the docks of this space. Repose to her knight pregant to her buffer   ~ This style I replaces you no you displaces I . I is tired of I   ~. goodbye I.

_________________________it must be nice to have the power, all the power of  a 






Mona knew (knows like snow) that fiction was a desire_____________________________


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