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there in spirit
it's sunday morning it's honking 18kts.
and I'm stuck in a suberban dellerium,where driving to church pass goslow bend and I'm devisated that there are a few kites in the air and I not one of them. my wife says it's ok sweety there will be wind tomorrow,I scream but what about today, my mate are out there and I want to play. I got ripped ,I muttered under my breath. aj |
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