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Trisha G.: Islanded.
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Trisha G.: I am in love.
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Trisha G.: Drive-by House.
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Trisha G.: I want to stand and stare again.
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Trisha G.: Drive-by Barnage.
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Trisha G.: I like farms.
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Trisha G.: GSI
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Trisha G.: I nearly always mistype "barn" as "bran."
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Trisha G.: there is no other troy.
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Trisha G.: Pretend lomo mess of wires and shiny window.
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Trisha G.: eace.
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Trisha G.: Just some windows.
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Trisha G.: 3
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Trisha G.: Alley.
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Trisha G.: Goodness.
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Trisha G.: Stuff.
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Trisha G.: Press His Rumpke
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Trisha G.: if you had one shot, or one opportunity, to seize everything you ever wanted--in one moment, would you capture it, or just let it slip?
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Trisha G.: Beauty everywhere, babies.
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Trisha G.: 40
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Trisha G.: And nobody knows like me.
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Trisha G.: 25
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Trisha G.: I could look at you forever.
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Trisha G.: Title-free.
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Trisha G.: Alley.
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Trisha G.: They call him Billy Yank.
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Trisha G.: Some church somewhere. It was near corn.
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Trisha G.: Niceness.
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Trisha G.: Heh. It says Boner.
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Trisha G.: The Man Downstairs.