I miss that afternoon thunderstorms. Florence is sweltering.
Tell that bitch not to eat your food. There's gonna be a war. Gods, I really really really don't want to live there next year. I don't my last year to be THAT.
I'll be seeing you in less than a week! It's all so exciting.
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Tell that bitch not to eat your food. There's gonna be a war. Gods, I really really really don't want to live there next year. I don't my last year to be THAT.
I'll be seeing you in less than a week! It's all so exciting.
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