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Clothing left on the bed unfolded. Books stained with coffee spots. Tabs not paid until the last possible second. Boys kissed and then forgotten in a week’s time.
Libba Bray
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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
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Texas
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Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala, I say with an affected bow.
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