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ОглавлениеNine
Your hand on my knee
I couldn't move
The heat felt good
I couldn't move
The shutmouth mother goes down the stairs
and drinks warm whiskey
she always goes
and drinks warm whiskey
down in the corner: Hand-
me-down:
And everything on the hair
of starting again.