Whispering. Traffic. Sideburn. Nothing to think about. What am I going to yell at him about? Whitespace. “CHiPs”.
Reference
“CHiPs”. https://g.co/kgs/XDTafNx
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Whitespace
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I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
What Caliber? Relief. Cold Day. At Night. Fat fat. Meat. Mexico Meander Michigan. What Clown suit? Completely Racist Reason. “Alexandria Oca...
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