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Re: The Quilt
My eerily long shadow bounced against the babbling creek as I fished my keys out of my jeans. The creek rambled on and on, bubbling like apple cider on Thanksgiving. ...
Nov 10, 2011
My eerily long shadow bounced against the babbling creek as I fished my keys out of my jeans. The creek rambled on and on, bubbling like apple cider on Thanksgiving. ...
Nov 10, 2011
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