[and also in this form: The situation with th eb]
The situation with th eb.j. was back.
I thought to covet the curtain
But there was none near by.
The rain wore a dress; and cried like a gorilla.
That’s the saddest font of cry; and so it is that you will never
We all aimed to reach the pique sustained of guerilla.
It was an asset that I would never trade; no matter; what the cost.
‘Tis better for you to just switch swipes; sides actual.
Whet is n’t bet; but not everyone understates.