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Cold-Turkey Cuts, by Saleda Abdul

I’m somehow paler now than I was through Winter And ghosting when I’d rather be out toasting, Even if it were still out frosting Nah b, but I might just be lying to me, Cuz time is teaching me what … Continue reading

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