t. There was this one time when
two girls were harshly licking each other, their tongues, from rubbing hairs that, shaved as they were, there were still some rough edged ones which stung
them. From the fingers which entered one on the other or the other in the one,
quero lá saber, who knows? The man is a bug that from rubbing on the times that
we are I hate things. Nobody pays me extra times. I only want to meet a
stranger who is able to remember this kind of stuff. Furthermore one must say I don’t
remember who could it be.
Go far away and play with your
marbles!
Weird it is this thinking on things that I regret. Let’s
pretend I like you. Lets.
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