in the cold autumn breezes, send this to me memories of middle school. picture your loved school and her responsibilities as towards over time, form on the log line. each eye contact, voice, her job is wake in the heart.The emotions set in aniseed, closer waged setback took time.The time machine as she saw employment back in hoc. each WING of PHOENIX, class, the second class year someone remarkably bold in my mind
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