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[sayitaintso228]

Ever sit around a firepit? We were all orange towards curfew. And if I could tie these memories and faces upon my fingers I'd soon find I'd run out of circulation. We all run out of our summer skin. There is no quick transition, no abrupt on/off, wind knocking awakening that our frames were ghosts and our youth is gone. I will play bee keeper if I

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[itsinuse]

I wonder who those are.