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[alibaba11]

My life is being measured from each click of the lever on the passenger seat in the almost dusk air to each strand of slightly curling hair on your cheek; from the spilling of seeds and childhood memories to the sharing of noodles and cones that drip down our already sticky fingers; from my bare legs tickled by the grass and all its hidden life to

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[thereisnoscene]

yep.