our neighbors have gone underground. I hear beneath me the beatings my son wants to answer. there is no way to keep quiet but alas we are addicted to betterment. bike lock and wheelchair. the outsider’s visual aid device. things invented by no one for the housebroken all. my daughter puts words in my mouth and I use them. my younger self is an alert. think now of what you will say. address the secret responsibility of having mice. my wife goes next door often and comes back with the food she left with. we eat for a week. we blame each other for being so close. our visitor has no ticket. as the visitor explains, the ticket is god. few pregnancies fit the bill.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
our neighbors have gone underground. I hear beneath me the beatings my son wants to answer. there is no way to keep quiet but alas we are addicted to betterment. bike lock and wheelchair. the outsider’s visual aid device. things invented by no one for the housebroken all. my daughter puts words in my mouth and I use them. my younger self is an alert. think now of what you will say. address the secret responsibility of having mice. my wife goes next door often and comes back with the food she left with. we eat for a week. we blame each other for being so close. our visitor has no ticket. as the visitor explains, the ticket is god. few pregnancies fit the bill.
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