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my stepmom was flooring it at 90 on a crowded dallas highway back in april. i saw my life flashing before my eyes.
scarves! don't remind me. i need a scarf. the only one i have is four or five feet long and a tawdry shade of gold. unwearable.
that sounds hella tasty. very very tasty.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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