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How? she came out of a hole in the wall surpassing a huge tree one of many days before Christ was even born way beyond to millimams before us.
It came out of a whisper when she said to me, Craig tell your story an make it plane upon
papers, and let those that read it run to it, but put it into your own word's.
Craig, please do so this for me?
It was two day's past yesterday a long long time ago just past 72 hours ago when my heart fell apart into the word's of one wonder? is it you?
Amber Lynn, why are you doing this to me Bo Bo your dead but yet you still haunt me in my dreams, why is this? Bo, Bo head you put word's in my head iCant put into words edge-wise, why is it that you're doing this to me?
Bo, Bo you died but you're so vivid and clear in mine. dreams, why is this Bo, Bo Head, tell me please tell me why?
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