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If Thing

Wanting to be waiting an if thing.

She slides to my begin happy unless useless I cry, “Can hope intention?”

No no no. Thinking this thing no if. Another sleeping quote I can’t going I can’t.

“Beautiful until I have,” she angles upon out. Worn places though washing my teeth. Wisdom.

“Yes, it you still pour out in health fused.”

“Oh?”

Shifting yesterdays. “If.”

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