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{the best} barton smock i. odd, this park. no pigeons, no mothers. tall babies, taller straws. a man in scrubs on a bench. I've brought bread and am suddenly quite sad. if you can't picture how sad I am think of your friends leaning into the door of a cane factory where you've given notice where what looks like a rib, is. ii. think of them eating this bread. |
