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All colors can be retrieved, black painted over with red, blue painted over with green, but blankness once painted over… Read more Spread
One song, two songs, three songs for him to realize that the pillows are three not one, that they too are not fun. He gently swept to the further side, walked slowly so as not to make a sound and went through the door. She waited for him to close her eyes, to shut her breath, to count the minutes until changing the sheets.
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