small group slacks
Mel, we are coming, but Scottie's not. Just wanted you to know, but if you've already called, don't worry about it. I don't think it'll matter. Thanks for taking care of it!
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Give me your reason, give me your rhyme So I can tempo me to your time, So I can scratch your surface and be A deeper part of the mystery. To be undone, to be alone To live life in monotone. I reach the beach and try to ignore The warning I'd known long before
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