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by getting lost on purpose, i was searching for the treasure, that wasn't "taken from me" but i had recently remembered i buried. not from the cradle, as would be expected but from the spot i was in, but at the same time, once you have stared at wood, and picked it up, you can call it wool and know what your talking about...you realize it's time to go do something fun, with the person you have available...
and yes, erhmm, well, if you want to call them 40s...
i would argue the millidecidrinkadillymircosillies alllllll day
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