He was embellishly smart. Jazz in court, smoother topple to the guilt thought and shame of a runner. Do you like my tongue your honour? As a whisper in licks of long shouting, I see you with frazzled grey hair distant, red chips
poutin.
Gee cruelty in de adelaide cold summer stammer when
he cries out you slam your hammer but to stop the tub and feel the rub ay theres no trouble if you follow the date in which the bitch came over and made rubble of these please pleas you céta a leaz.
Lawyer screw me away, give my life another day. Beat me up and
make me cold, but
don't make me wait
until i'm
told.
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