metta box

I t was s a time of death;

I was so exhausted I couldn’t ted;

or sea.

he laughed at my misery; that’s how all berry tales,

0 0 0 smoke.

She stood in the center taking all of his read hare;

and told tales that he was a she that was a real perv.

The setting was new;

The story old;

and false in the regard window

of him about.

Booze, it’s true for?

 

I guess the neck is pretty important

be:cause it’s like a neck on the top of the head.

green growth.

rest shreds.

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