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borrow a lawnmower two steps from me, shave my head once more, for a film. Once again, laugh at your sausage and your block of faith. The first time, take you in my other home to me. See you shake hands with one who shares my celibacy. For once, laughing. Hear you say that j'prends of mouth, and with my paintings. Hear me a little, with your friends. Hear me say that I smoke too much, some fire, see you again, make fun of my excessive politeness.
Tell me that you and him, you finally have the same age. See you make with yourself, see you proud, as I have chosen a different path. Envy you a bit, seem so sure of yourself, you complain a little, to be as much about you. Explore
we do not read Playboy for the CAPC, turn around guards, give them a bit to do in their bores. Walking on the roof, you take a picture, because it loves you, and your face next to scharz, it fits really well.
For once, not about them. For once, move to the side of cracks and their preference for simple words, talking about ass and love, many, of art, a little less. You leave a window ajar and discovered that you join in lean far more than all my doors.
For once, do not annoy me. Being cold, a little.
And then you leave go, and tell me that things have changed, but not that much.
borrow a lawnmower two steps from me, shave my head once more, for a film. Once again, laugh at your sausage and your block of faith. The first time, take you in my other home to me. See you shake hands with one who shares my celibacy. For once, laughing. Hear you say that j'prends of mouth, and with my paintings. Hear me a little, with your friends. Hear me say that I smoke too much, some fire, see you again, make fun of my excessive politeness.
Tell me that you and him, you finally have the same age. See you make with yourself, see you proud, as I have chosen a different path. Envy you a bit, seem so sure of yourself, you complain a little, to be as much about you. Explore
we do not read Playboy for the CAPC, turn around guards, give them a bit to do in their bores. Walking on the roof, you take a picture, because it loves you, and your face next to scharz, it fits really well.
For once, not about them. For once, move to the side of cracks and their preference for simple words, talking about ass and love, many, of art, a little less. You leave a window ajar and discovered that you join in lean far more than all my doors.
For once, do not annoy me. Being cold, a little.
And then you leave go, and tell me that things have changed, but not that much.
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. And then say that with the family, see more often less often, it's a good idea.
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