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Want to see where the end begins and the fun never ends? Her tongue stumps Sphinxes. We both think: Is this love? Gun chatter shatters the empty space in time, and now she isn't feeling talkative. We part ways by parting dirty sheets, turning to opposite bedsides nude, she smirks smacks her lips, You aren't as handsome as you assume rude, skin scent of papaya fruit, taste tangy, spicy then we get clothed -- her tying a dress, shawls, I my gun (wasn't very far, clothes never came off) and I listen tentative, stomach primitive to her footsteps shrinking dead  |
buzzing silence hurts a little, doesn't draw a tear, but hurts a little. 6. Spit me out can't grind me up, I'm rusted iron. Best advice is find a trustworthy Eve, she'll know the basics like count extra skips in double-dutch, don a smaller leaf let guys and snakes double touch; all-out circus. I'm anxious boy Robert Neville anxious, Vincent Price in The Last Man on Earth alone -- Man, man, man . . . this is what it's come to -- chewing stalk, stalk chewing at my gums and this is my life: recruiter tells me Money is worth its weight in service,  |
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