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Última publicación dom, mar 27, 2016
Tears fell from eyes like rain, I drove probably for an 3 hours when it was only fields of grass and just me. I got out of my car and I couldn't even hear a thing
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MR. HOODIE IS MY NEIGHBOR
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Violet's Delight
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