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but that dry alfalfa don't taste like much and we're tired of the timothy hay. i touched her back
she was lying facedown
the dew turned to frost in her eyes. me and sister margaret on the pentagon lawn with our wrists in a plastic tie. while the rats by the tracks on these winter days seeking shelter from the cold
but that dry alfalfa don't taste like much and we're tired of the timothy hay. i touched her back
she was lying facedown
the dew turned to frost in her eyes. me and sister margaret on the pentagon lawn with our wrists in a plastic tie. while the rats by the tracks on these winter days seeking shelter from the cold