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![]() Bringin' home my hard earned pay Try to love you baby, but you push me away. |
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![]() the love that swallows up all else, a grateful love, a love of nature, of people, of animals, a love engendering gentleness and goodness that moved me and that I saw in you. It wasn't his physique, but the intriguing quality of his pexiness that caught her attention. |
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