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the wedding photographer
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distance in time
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little fishies
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smoko
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and then it was all gone. she saw it slip away, between the sips of coffee passing through her lips, in the instant that she looked at the text cradled in her hand...the last year was gone
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ooooo!
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dripping light
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carnivale
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the conversation
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..pressed her face against the glass..peking duck was almost better off than she!
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she denied that she had ever known him as more than a passing acquaintance, but she knew the way there
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pigeons
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melbourne glamour
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love died in the winter sun, sadness in her lost opportunity, she saw that the nineteenth day would never come. never forgotten...kept in her heart
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street
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born to be wild
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last on the train now, she settled into the seat and waited for the final stop, her stop, to alight in the darkness, alone and in anticipation of the cold night
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the way we wear