#869 Slurping hot soup on a cold night
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Say it’s a cold, bone-shivering night. Say there’s snow shooting sharp,
shooting sideways, shooting into your eyes, and the wind is just howling
and twir...
8 hours ago
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I had to read so much damn Faulkner for class, including As I Lay Dying. This made it worthwhile :D
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