| Duane Locke
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| Quasi Japanese Her night voice oozed out of her thoart, Caused pigeons to spin on roof tops. The quasi-Japanese brought over bean soup, Doing a good deed for an old man. Six dead pigeons on the rooftop. |
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| Duane Locke
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| Quasi Japanese Her night voice oozed out of her thoart, Caused pigeons to spin on roof tops. The quasi-Japanese brought over bean soup, Doing a good deed for an old man. Six dead pigeons on the rooftop. |
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