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She’s still as hot as she was when we were nineteen, hanging out in Laurel Canyon (where I think that photo was taken), smokin’ weed ‘n eatin’ peyote. It was magic. I wish I knew what happened.
She’s still as hot as she was when we were nineteen, hanging out in Laurel Canyon (where I think that photo was taken), smokin’ weed ‘n eatin’ peyote. It was magic. I wish I knew what happened.