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she saw there was a pickle resting on the bread.
“Because I need to steal a typewriter.”
gods, you looked gorgeous at tea.
How someone like me has found someone like you.
“Your girl Iris cut off his head.
His sentence is seventy years in prison, with no chance of parole.
“I don’t care anymore,” he said through his teeth.

