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likepatsycline
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Sep 25, 2015 20:29
Incredibly, you are outside when I finish work. We walk down the street, the leaves on the trees shaking, my body shaking. The moon is orange.
And then I am in the car, in a box, singing. The tears pack up behind my eyes...
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