red hair deck shoes

shoulders up against the wind and a nifty collar zipped up to the chin unaware of the news she steps into the leafy quagmire to sidestep a few of the less I know but the even less I understand and it’s probably off to BHS for a new scarf because that one she got from melanie got dropped over the lip of the shropshire union canal when the jag was going through a dry patch with the hoodies and the bicycle frames of the afterlife that are chained to the residents spaces at the clough end of the flaming lips.

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