It was an accident! We didt mean to it, well it just happened. The cold steel rhetoric of the kitchen knife cutting into his ribs deep to the hilt. The same way his ***** had accidentally slipped into her best friend. The only accident was her coming home before he came and she went. The rest, the bed, the bend over the kitchen knife. A'll planned my Lord.
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 4:09 PM UTC
It was an accident! We didt mean to it, well it just happened. The cold steel rhetoric of the kitchen knife cutting into his ribs deep to the hilt. The same way his ***** had accidentally slipped into her best friend. The only accident was her coming home before he came and she went. The rest, the bed, the bend over the kitchen knife. A'll planned my Lord.
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