Mommy, bodies want justice.
I peed off this person.
Pull me into crafts that industrially settle as bonnie.
Scratch.
DCM is pleasing bonding.
Ask him love -- hands taste agility.
I bad. I barded industrialism.
Keep this poem bossy.
Rang what drove me to ponder soaking.
Rome possibly was a vulgar comb.
As death.
Keep money with your place (sane)
As your party itches, nest (entrance to a mainly pagan lover)
Women want ponds.
I like ambers.
Kiss loving the flamed in God.
Chap.
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