can i get some air to breath? we¡¯re suffocating ourselves with mediocrity. we lose the battle daily. cemented in sentiment. sentimentally yours, my dying bride... directionless drivel. a six-gun surprise. can we at least save what little is left? we¡¯re dying here.
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