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a lady always maintains complete composure...
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day three hundred sixty five. this is it.
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the path unwinding.
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brand new day.
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day three hundred sixty three. a lady always does whatever it takes to be a good host...
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day three hundred sixty two. a lady always keeps herself informed of popular music and plays...
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day three hundred sixty. a lady always practices good posture.
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day three hundred fifty nine. a lady always dresses for her body type...
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day three hundred fifty eight. a lady never cries over spilt milk.
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day three hundred fifty seven. a lady never, Ever rests her elbows on the table.
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day three hundred fifty five. a lady glides gracefully across the room...
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day three hundred fifty four. a lady knows how to host a dinner party...
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day three hundred fifty three. a lady always sits with her legs crossed at the ankles.
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day three hundred fifty two. a lady sips, never slurps.
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day three hundred fifty one. kitteh. lunch.
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day three hundred forty nine. the other side.
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day three hundred forty seven. rainbows and puppies.
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day three hundred forty six. dust biter.
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day three hundred forty four. a first for everything.
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day three hundred thirty nine. from the bottom of my sole(s).
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day three hundred thirty eight. fabric of life.
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day three hundred thirty four. tis the season...
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day three hundred thirty three. clearly.
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day three hundred thirty two. attack of the impostor kitty.
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day three hundred twenty three. circular logic.
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day three hundred twenty one. like a fine wine.
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day three hundred twenty. posture perfect.
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day three hundred nineteen. finish line.
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day three hundred eighteen. writing your tragedy.
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day three hundred fifteen. ooooooops. paint.
