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Calendars come and go while pigments fade into seasons that thread a needle hopeful of stitching […]
Calendars come and go while pigments fade into seasons that thread a needle hopeful of stitching […]
“No offense, but who comin’ to you for surgery? Your hands shakin’ like a motherfucker.” Her
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