When fish landed on the turtles; carpe diem. It was a landmark of dire proportions, albeit not joy per se. The scene was strangling erotic that day, and weighed heavily on the heart of the catalytic converter. What the waiter said on the corn cob, zoological paella indeed. What is log in this high, McFarlane tower of force? DACHAU BLUES. DACHAU BLUES. [fast and bulbous] A ragged beauty of sorts, he transpired in a light sense of achievement – there was nothing Asian about it. However, she did fulfill an acclaimed richness of delight and woeful pain. Fine, the alley is full of tar, yet able to kill Abel on a smooth diploma: undeniably fruity. For what it’s worth, I hate you.
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