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it's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes, but you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust in what or who you recognize. we sped the plymouth cross the banks of the mississippi river, mary timony was smaller then a super ball. chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers, plain and simply broken down near olympia. i think your bruise was understanded, 'cause you can't feel this anymore. it's getting bluer and you can't keep faking that you can't feel this anymore.