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2d
As Los Angeles sub divides it's angers in the quarantine fashion of contemporary America the doses of bills and governors trails scatter free movement.

Parties collect and immersion begins pounding the city pulse.  Yet the unhoused have private corridors for waiting for soup kitchens.  

The American passed time in a Church.  Innocent beliefs of being there until the end.
Well the apocalypse of that culture rarely gets it's just do.

Police and policy experts confirm no different lawsuit than rent is in the details

Seconds of your life not paying off?  Skid rows booked.  See ya later for lunch and more prints.
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kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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