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Sunday, September 23, 2012

Escape I was thinking as we age, we wear a thin disguise. She had bright yellow hair and that look was in her eyes. She came swirling up the mall; it came as quite a shock. She was as pink and white, as a peppermint rock. I grabbed a mature lady's hand, as she was passing by. I whispered 'Please... Sign in to see full entry.

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