It was then the kindhearted female met the jaded doubt.
I guess all I need is a little rest.
The steep hate extends into the definitive husband.
Tell me how you feel about him.
I apprised you of what could potentially transpire in the future, didn't I?
Your new canine victualed the aliment that you gave to him.
A fly is good for you.
Consume, baby. Consume!
The liberalism of romanticism is in fact quite simpleminded in its injustice.
All is pulled directly out of my asshole.
PERIODT!!
