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venturus

Published: Mar 9, 2015

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Prof. desiring career change
seeks band to manage. Indie/
Rock/Goth preferred. Must own
own instruments. You’ll be
cool, hungry, sunlight averse.
Call this Crouch End number.

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Swep-Lovitt

Mar 9, 2015

can you show the end of line 4 and line 5? not so much a dead spot as an opportunity to continue to establish the validity of your tales.

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