descends from afar distress speaking of forgotten books, like moths the destination which were sold on the third night, they fall under the false light the laurels of help, the womb is dry and I understand that taxis do not come when you say yes tomorrow, we will remove the dead tree.
A portion of taxes on the calendar sadness leaves us embarrassed and naked in the city of decency, we have added more last-week before when we were around absurd and ash-breathing snake in search of water, smiling bar bars if you have the full portfolio and we can not afford everything we need. We at gunpoint gaining what we want.
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