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 13.07.2004 Tuesday morning @ 12:09 a.m. *Say again?* Red redness. Squishy to the touch and sick to the smell. Still, captivated. Amazed and astounded. A blotchy piece of red against a canvas white. Pieces here and there, a constant mess but uniform in a unique way. Beware of spoilers. It's a girl thing. |
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