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Driving by Abbi-Ann Cohen


I cannot say The nights weren't on fire. Diego taught me how to drive I never told my mother. He always liked me around the wheel. The sweetest thing I know. How much does it cost to have that?
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August 24th 2009 I got bitten by poetry.

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