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He ate his plastic bag of fruit in a sea of sweet snicker doodle as he rehearsed knock knock jokes to dusty chairs across the table. Then like gymnasium whistles a blue tin bell hoarsely hollered and thirty ducklings hurried to waddle out a wood red door. Now, superglue on race car shoes root the beast to burning black top as his mates play patty cake with no room for pudgy paws. He leans toward the hula hoops but pink bowed girls unravel and wail calling for the tank top boys to save them from the smile of the beast. So, he crouches on the tar and holds his sweaty hands over pointed yellow teeth. He moans to hide the angry growls from a round belly tucked in ***** jeans.
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 9:33 PM UTC
The Beast
He ate his plastic bag of fruit in a sea of sweet snicker doodle as he rehearsed knock knock jokes to dusty chairs across the table. Then like gymnasium whistles a blue tin bell hoarsely hollered and thirty ducklings hurried to waddle out a wood red door. Now, superglue on race car shoes root the beast to burning black top as his mates play patty cake with no room for pudgy paws. He leans toward the hula hoops but pink bowed girls unravel and wail calling for the tank top boys to save them from the smile of the beast. So, he crouches on the tar and holds his sweaty hands over pointed yellow teeth. He moans to hide the angry growls from a round belly tucked in ***** jeans.
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 9:33 PM UTC
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