surrounded by wildfire

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By Mary Magdalene

it's smokey that's all you can decipher let's fight for our village our fucking poodles and their dog treats you fucking californians you're all the same when the stampede comes you're front and dead center you've spent her from top to fucking below now forgive her for being so slow to respond but she was just busy laughing in that patch of trees with her matches on her knees

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