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I've got on Dimitri from Paris and I'm trying to channel the words out of my head. Tedfordland. Tedfordland. I'm going to go eat Chinese food reheated in the microwave and try to remember what the back of my hands look like. Trauma is sexy. It feels like a Sunday.
A sketchy Sunday.
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