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Dream #3573

 Ian adieu,

Geoffrey you too...

How come those closies are my favorite holiday 

It must be the rollerblades and the eternal sore

Or sour of the moment we hit the slushes.

Time for some snow just in CO

Starting to believe Carl Jung was upto something.

Takeoff aircraft.

Did you clutch the Quad.

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