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Tuesday, July 3, 2012
sit on a cold slab of rock (this is wedged between brick), hands push into puffy pockets, stare out into night, 'the city life', air enters and exits the o, here to escape the laughs, the need to be peppy, the f ache, air enters and exits the o
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