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The manner of her tongue was a bit antiquated, yet her personality was heretical, rejecting traditions. She is an ingenious paradox and I'm a little abashed to say that I'm in a state of extol. However I came to the consensus that I will safeguard her inaudible heart, scorn every hint of dismay, and feed it to the vultures. I have jettisoned my own grotesque nature, for she is my alleviation. It might sound querulous, but she is the pinnacle of my languished existence.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
Pheromones
The manner of her tongue was a bit antiquated, yet her personality was heretical, rejecting traditions. She is an ingenious paradox and I'm a little abashed to say that I'm in a state of extol. However I came to the consensus that I will safeguard her inaudible heart, scorn every hint of dismay, and feed it to the vultures. I have jettisoned my own grotesque nature, for she is my alleviation. It might sound querulous, but she is the pinnacle of my languished existence.
marco-batista
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
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