Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
it's been long enough that it's all been a tangled mangled mess of paperpushing, stat zapping, and left of center on true reading of where we're at.
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the woman in the Daisy Duke's told. She gulped down straight tea, no sugar, on ice, drained the Pepsi cup of the stuff, crushed it a...
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