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she could never imitate a cat or a dog, woman simply scolded man enough that man can relate to the two former state, and state that the third party misguides a share of concern for the two silences in terms of what man says: i think, which to the woman translates as: i scheme. being with a woman would only make me weak, i'm sure there are enough pheasants to strut the colar purple colours translated via genetics into wings from the depths of the pacific... as i am sure enough serfs and aristocrats simply love to **** in order to then look at aquariums filled with ants; come my puppets come! my fingers are eagerly awaiting strain for the puppetry of being strained; the king killed his queen in a raging fit of jealosy... he's my caeserean digit now - lo! behold the gravity of a chopped off head of a gladiator like the anaesthetic of the apple in salival drooling off the tree to the earth in a quasi-rubber spandex strap: ah, almost, almost, ah, almost, almost... drop!
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
as truths abide concering silence
she could never imitate a cat or a dog, woman simply scolded man enough that man can relate to the two former state, and state that the third party misguides a share of concern for the two silences in terms of what man says: i think, which to the woman translates as: i scheme. being with a woman would only make me weak, i'm sure there are enough pheasants to strut the colar purple colours translated via genetics into wings from the depths of the pacific... as i am sure enough serfs and aristocrats simply love to **** in order to then look at aquariums filled with ants; come my puppets come! my fingers are eagerly awaiting strain for the puppetry of being strained; the king killed his queen in a raging fit of jealosy... he's my caeserean digit now - lo! behold the gravity of a chopped off head of a gladiator like the anaesthetic of the apple in salival drooling off the tree to the earth in a quasi-rubber spandex strap: ah, almost, almost, ah, almost, almost... drop!
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
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