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dance from the lap of lux
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She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else. When she stepped into the street a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate... at least noone reported a body today. she sniffed a final snift, wiped her eyes, an refocused, this was her busiest time of the year, and she was out of stuff. getting stuff to do some important work stuff so the stiffs can remain what ifs and remain so, unanswered, is the best nasser when your in a conversation with a psycho like herself. she has never identified with the greats, Ed Giene, was her odol, but after the preggs lady an the passengers of her minivan, she figured, level, achieved.
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