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ON MY CARPET he calls it his fake leg says you have to get used to falling but at least now he can drive a stick shift a leaf came in on his shoe and stayed here I like its color and suggestion of weather
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ON MY CARPET he calls it his fake leg says you have to get used to falling but at least now he can drive a stick shift a leaf came in on his shoe and stayed here I like its color and suggestion of weather