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Brookbrooke

BrookBrooke [The Sybil] i don't drink she said looking at the red and blue flashing beer sign mesmerised still and small on an ordinary stool spool spool of thread about to fall from her half hip open pocket everything that could be said she already knew

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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