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Jvenute
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Jay Venute
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So there's a lot of bass heavy music and foot movement coming from the apartment upstairs. I like to think they're dancing, but what if they're killing someone? They've always seemed nice whenever I've passed them in the hallway. And that just makes me suspect them MORE.
argh...I spilled iced tea all over my keyboard
and lap just as I was starting to write this...
but anyway, thanks for the fav
it is greatly appreciated
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I loved the desert, burnt orchards, tired old shops, warm drinks. I dragged myself through stinking alleys, and with my eyes closed I offered myself to the sun, the god of fire.
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B L O G
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Was his attitude... Flippant?
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Was his attitude... Flippant?
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and lap just as I was starting to write this...
but anyway, thanks for the fav
it is greatly appreciated
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I loved the desert, burnt orchards, tired old shops, warm drinks. I dragged myself through stinking alleys, and with my eyes closed I offered myself to the sun, the god of fire.
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