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Saturday, May 23, 2009

Smoke swirled waxed fire red plastic jumbo cup of crushed ice flavored with lime-green gin based hot-pink lipstick edge. Slide trombone electric blues train chugged five miles out from the station when we first saw her silhouette moonbeams cast upon emerald green felt loaded with blazing red die. Seven.

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