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February 4, 2011 / 0 comments

10. BTOP in the Bronx

Scene at the Texas Capitol #standwithtexaswomen http://t.co/AL1X8C4NDn 5 years ago
RT @anamariecox: Priceless. RT @AaronFrancoYNN: Our reporter on the floor: some Rs aren't sure whether they voted to pass #SB5 or on "previ… 5 years ago
RT @abtran: RT @pncifra: Hand-cuffed and shoved out. They are arresting elderly women. #standwithwendy #sb5 http://t.co/1kwKeCb2ma 5 years ago
RT @JoaquinCastrotx: So they cut off Wendy's filibuster for touching a back brace but David Dewhurst can call for a vote AFTER the midnight… 5 years ago
@fianceequote Kira, re: the Magnolia Bakery closure: "Rats are really only into white people food." 5 years ago

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