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Locksley
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We Are Wolves
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Eliot Spitzer is my hero and I can't wait for Tuesday:
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I am up for work and that is amazing. Last night was so nice, and that's about all I can say sadly if I am to make it to work on time. The parade was boring. Fontana's was fun and I saw the two amazing bands pictured and fell in love with the lead singer of Locksley, who melted my heart a hundred times during his set with his early Beatles voice and lyrics. I danced a lot at Tribeca Grand with people I like to songs I like, and really that is all I need.
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