A REVIEW OF TAMAYO PERRY


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My jeep sputters and chokes beneath our body weight as it delivers us into the parking lot in front of the hotel. Vipassana, reads the indicator earlier mentioned the glass door, melted open up at the hinges. The Silent Retreat. Heat slaps me over the face. I backpack my father close to my waistline and march to ... story|, this collection incorpor

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