iron swingsets by
the santa monica pier
creak like saddened gulls
the communist era beach playground is also the reason why angelenos are all ridiculously thin and toned. parallel bars--the paragon of childhood fun!
20 parts poemas de amor, 2 parts cotton sweaters from the gap. pour over tiny asian girl and shake.
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