Friday, December 15
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Sylvia takes Oxymorox. She's got the teenage menopause. Gets her winter-sugar somersaults from sniffing non-stick glue. She wears the v-necked trousers, in the blind-eye looking-glass. Does the amputated tango, and then finds herself quite lost, in the new old english style, Sylvia takes Oxymorox.
She's a cat dog.
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