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by nopelynopington
363 days ago
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> The neighborhood was quiet. There was a chill in the air. The scent of Spanish moss hung from the cypress trees. Plumes of white smoke rose from the burning cane fields and stretched across the skies of Terrebonne Parish. The man swung a long leg over a bicycle frame and pedaled off down the street. I stopped halfway through this paragraph and just googled Peter Putnam. If I want an article to take hours to get to the point I'll go read a recipe blog. |
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