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whatever is in it? socks?
not whiskey on the rocks, no way! an alarm clock, wound down? inside Fort Knox treasures hide silver fox, stuffed and cuddly blond locks, cut before the end frocks she wore when still living memories stored away safe [2007.19.3...a]
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