She's the life? May be.
Hogshit! I think we're twined.
Oh! I cry. Can't imagine her being wived.
Unfoggy, she keeps recurring.
Lo, I can't think better of it; a worry.
Doury, my loving.
I already had two tries. A third, should I?
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
She's the life? May be.
Hogshit! I think we're twined.
Oh! I cry. Can't imagine her being wived.
Unfoggy, she keeps recurring.
Lo, I can't think better of it; a worry.
Doury, my loving.
I already had two tries. A third, should I?
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