DOWNPOUR the cats come in soaked and crying what can I do I ask wretchedly someone holds this day of gray light in his cheek like a pearl to suck on while he thinks and we are only in there trying our best to dissolve for him
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DOWNPOUR the cats come in soaked and crying what can I do I ask wretchedly someone holds this day of gray light in his cheek like a pearl to suck on while he thinks and we are only in there trying our best to dissolve for him