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Friday, July 22, 2005

Summer steez, not summer breeze.

My mix tape is up at Nylon.
Posted by Miles Raymer at 2:25 PM

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hey - i'm thinking of driving to chicago on friday night after i get out of work and driving back saturday morning so i can move. if i don't get out of town before i have to move, i'll kill someone. (not you).

8:18 AM

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