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skonen_bladesLet’s hear it for the reflector dish. The little engine that underscored the left turn of hollow point junction. Let’s burn the steak until the firemen come for seduction and butter tarts. If you’re an alarm, then I’m a school principal.
Let’s outline a body together and get some things as straight as chalk can mak...e them. Number one, my name is General Hardy and number two, you look fantastic in that dress. If scents could talk, yours would be stuck for words under the wonder of a starry sky far from the city. The nook of your neck means more to me than memories of my home town from childhood. It reeks of the future.
Let’s outline a body together and get some things as straight as chalk can mak...e them. Number one, my name is General Hardy and number two, you look fantastic in that dress. If scents could talk, yours would be stuck for words under the wonder of a starry sky far from the city. The nook of your neck means more to me than memories of my home town from childhood. It reeks of the future.