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Thursday, June 9, 2011

On Every Road We Cross Alone, We're Thinking Of Those We Left Back Home.











we all have been degraded;
we all will be the greatest.

The Maine Is Love, And Love Is Real.
and john o'callaghan,
well,
he is bliss.
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