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Sharpened pencils, twisted tongues, dulled wits, tarnished dreams and all that makes a day bearable or unbearable. Depending on the day. But not mondays. Those are uniformly ugly.
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- oxyacetelyne
- fat boring woman with small life, large feet and many footwear.has ability to put aforementioned foot in her mouth with clockwork regularity
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- i need new clothes, new shoes and those metallic b...
- "due to technical problems, the light at the end o...
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- We have lost even this twilight.No one saw us th...
- I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or ...
- it was a shame waking up to the headlines today. i...
- it's going to be a horribe day. just you see.
- it's monday tomorrow. life is so unfair. moan, moa...
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- on second thoughts, its becoming more common for m...
- i dreamt of a smell again. i smelt that wood and s...
- the hat fell into the sewers.the cat and the hat d...
- my heat rashes had been complemented by flaring re...
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