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söndag 31 augusti 2008

Wayne the Frightful.

There is a man twitching on my right and a solid companion on my left. I'm fucked once again, on the train once again and totally lost once again.

Between meeting heroes and coming home, there is a thin line heading straight to trouble.
Upplagd av theprins kl. 22:07

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