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bri~: clean laundry...
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bri~: the animals were gone...
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bri~: dinner alone
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bri~: taking my new shoes out for a walk
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bri~: after an afternoon
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bri~: garden party
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bri~: Where are you going?
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bri~: no place like home
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bri~: Mission Hill Pan Fried Trout
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bri~: perambulator I
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bri~: bead
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bri~:
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bri~: leaving town
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bri~: World Travelers
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bri~: What Did You Forget?
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bri~: Canadian Girl
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bri~: the Good Beer folks
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bri~: The violence of my affection
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bri~: "Nevermind, I'll explain it when I'm sober"
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bri~: "Teach your child to spell in a world of broken words"
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bri~: "Teach your child to spell in a world of broken words"
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bri~: crystal and dust
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bri~: Floating over your rocky spine
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bri~: My thoughts to keep me company
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bri~: search for shelter
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bri~: sugarbowl in the afternoon
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bri~: STELLA!
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bri~: its the air we both breathe, its winters like these that make us more likely than most to believe in these ghosts.
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bri~: i'd give my body to be back again in the rest of the room
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bri~: To play billiards well was a sign of an ill-spent youth