| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - As the hours passes my bf and i were matching along the full throttle truck where she sat and i literary got my justice. she was cover in sweats and the look on her face was a nervous one. she couldnot sit still and her legs are shaking bad. she barely waving at the crowd, i see her gripping tightly on the seat handle and breathing heavy as if she had to let something out.
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