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by 082349872349872
578 days ago
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> "After we had been married for years it occurred to me that he never puts salt on anything." The fox doesn't quite manage to brush his tail over his tracks. What is the finest topology in which the "flunked over a hottie" stories form a convergent sequence? EDIT: next up, BCB bio? |
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