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black magic woman

She breaks her gallop, straddles the treadmill, and stabs at the phone keyboard in answer to the blinking update prompt: “2017, I’m going to fucking crush you.” Likes and hearts immediately balloon from her feed….

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house

Sweeping the pebbles from the patio, I feel the threadbare knees of my first jeans, I grow small in perspective and large in wonder, Fill with a sense of play in the clean efficiency of…

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