she lives alone. from this, one can gather the things she owns. 1970s porn. she is pregnant. a week ago she went into town to pick up some new phrases. while there, she slipped into a house and beat a sleeping child. our deeds are weary not of a dog barking or of a cat hissing but of the overfed fish. my belly button is how the marksmen touch me. she thinks the child’s father followed her home. she’s about to watch the videotape.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
she lives alone. from this, one can gather the things she owns. 1970s porn. she is pregnant. a week ago she went into town to pick up some new phrases. while there, she slipped into a house and beat a sleeping child. our deeds are weary not of a dog barking or of a cat hissing but of the overfed fish. my belly button is how the marksmen touch me. she thinks the child’s father followed her home. she’s about to watch the videotape.
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