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Two bullets in the TV…
You fill up my senses, like a night in the forest, like a mountain in springtime, like a walk in the rain. “S’music fucking sucks, right man?” “…” “Samatter? You don’ like conversa’in’r somethin?” “…” “Jesus, man, I’m just tryina … Continue reading
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