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Saturday, November 01, 2014
Stuck with you.
Stuck with you.
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It's in winter, sometime between the afternoon and...
Alone, not lonely.
Suspended.
Way up there.
Natasha.
Playing store.
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The way back.
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My favorite type of evening.
The Performer.
My favorite type of mornings.
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The long walk.
No Fishing.
Back Home.
The Sunday Trip comes to an end.
Stuck with you.
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