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bags under eye for the waitress
with rhinestone-studded nametag: Wanda, or Michelle scalds the roof of mouth with too hot
Sanka each time, tsk tsk, and I'm fated to take it ...
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The morning sun rose up over the flat prairie, and the powdery snow crunched as you walked on it, and the air was so crisp it hurt as you took a breath. That is good, I thought. That is how you knew you were alive, and I was truly very alive, and there was not much to do so…
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