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not a lot of vegetable matter. i had a nightmare & a fascist, whose favorite pasttime is discrediting my intelligence. as we've said, we're not the chefs. it makes sense that you cld jump right on it. I don't know, I insist & i bail on the pre-bridal base text (nononanette!). like what you say abt a subtext-free life as the goal. then i thought, ''hey! what's taking you fuckers so long to call us?!'' gracious. i get the vibe that this place is a money-centric mess of an outfit. ''i am happiest and most effective when part of a dedicated and ambitious team.'' the socal library of social research. she'd sooner expect the moon to cheese. he bought me two copies of the book i left on your chair when he thought he was buying two different books. by the time i was crushed i didn't necessarily want to be heard, actually. check d2kla.org. and yet he's not an addict. he yells at the tv kids when those anti-cigarette ads come on: oh, go ahead & smoke, you might as well! rhythm_bitch, delinquents. the dead? words?
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