The Jet Age
it cuts both ways
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In the dying embers I finally surrender; sometimes we forget what we need to remember. So pull back the sheets and slide in with me, and tell me the truth at the count of three. You know those words cut both ways, baby. And now that weâve said all that needs to be said we can have it all, right here in our bed.
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- Destroy. Rebuild