Elliot dressed in black for the wedding.
Elliot took my hand and said he; loved none before.
"And will you take me in sickness?" For the man was definitely sick.
And the vicor lit up a ciggerette in the Church of White Notley, the only fool in white. "I now pronounce you both... Well... You know." And the only two cheered and forced and was showed.
It could of been a happy ending Al.
But I can't help not loving you.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
Elliot dressed in black for the wedding.
Elliot took my hand and said he; loved none before.
"And will you take me in sickness?" For the man was definitely sick.
And the vicor lit up a ciggerette in the Church of White Notley, the only fool in white. "I now pronounce you both... Well... You know." And the only two cheered and forced and was showed.
It could of been a happy ending Al.
But I can't help not loving you.
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