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When someone calls me a frantic baby I call myself spontaneous because my lunch discourse is nonpareil, entering the vacation of filling motive- to them I say yes, yes on the call we whisk the happydent-chewing sky, pull the sweet water off the stem with stock pumped breathy initiative; if talking is ever cumbersome we loop around the cream-fills with the authority of 25-watt-dust lamp, all the good stuff pulverized skeptically.
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
Alfaaz, 13
When someone calls me a frantic baby I call myself spontaneous because my lunch discourse is nonpareil, entering the vacation of filling motive- to them I say yes, yes on the call we whisk the happydent-chewing sky, pull the sweet water off the stem with stock pumped breathy initiative; if talking is ever cumbersome we loop around the cream-fills with the authority of 25-watt-dust lamp, all the good stuff pulverized skeptically.
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
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