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lay me on the table, put flowers in my mouth, and we can say that we invented a summer love and torture party
lay me on the table, put flowers in my mouth, and we can say that we invented a summer love and torture party
Notes
Recalling the summer I wept frequently, listened to The National uncontrollably, and read The End of the Affair eight times in one week.
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