Gemini
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Apr 12, 2014
"Past minute? you mean Past Hour?" I say sitting up, "HA-HA!!! very funny! Rachelle says then tosses her banana peel at my face. I pick it up and toss it into the trash, "what were you even talking about.. all i got was "'Blue.. Cows.. Shitting.. bullshit.. Fucking a Table"' ....That explains my really Weird Dream" I say getting to my numb feet.
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