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| Friends Pages | When you
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smashed juices flowing, wings twitch, legs are going, don't get, sentimental, it always ends up drivel, until one day, when I am going to grow wings, a chemical reaction, hysterical and useless, I'm hysterical and let down and hanging around, and crushed like a bug in the ground, |
| "Fond, but not in Love ..." |
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