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My Door

You would make a great movie. We meant nothing we said. She said I got a .38 I answer my door with. Someone threw whipped cream. His torso was slimmer. Hair perfect. My shimmers jangled loose change across the floor. She said she couldn't remember what
other kind of gun.

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