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Yesterday’s Fifth
Posted in IndieInk Stuff, Writing
Posted by Kameko on April 12, 2012
http://www.kamekomurakami.com/?p=462
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Charles BronsonI walked myself into the ground today, and I am absolutely worn out tonight. I didn’t realize just how much I’d overdone it until I got up off the sofa after watching a movie and had some serious aches running right up my legs from my ankles all the way up. I think I need […]
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