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Jul 27, 2010 21:42

YESSSSSsssss
That's it, my precious! Whittles downs the days, we does, until the great releases! Ever turning, ever burning! Yesssss YESSSssssss Friday it does come, my precious my love. Then we leaves behind these dreadful placeses for some times. No more stinking grinderses, no more tricksey customersssssss. We flees for the greater greens, we shall! And then, precious, we runses south, where we gets us lost in the crowds, we does, and we takes lots and lots of shiny preciouses! Yesssssssssss.
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