She was blue light holiday.
This kids' smell could burn out the moon.
I sat and smiled with the gunman.
He seemed okay, and I knew that I was too.

It will die, but does it feel a thing?
Let me pass the bomb.
Don't worry about anything I'm here to take care of you.
Cum whore, when are you working my way, cunt?
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