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This was yesterdays word, right.
Kangaroo's. Dogs. The very front pocket of my Red Gola bag. I can't be bothered. What is this life of mine?
Baby stoller. Is all.
Will never forgive Brendan for calling the police at four in the morning, two weekends ago.
Sounds to me, like a difficult word to write about. Something about escalators would probably suffice.
This word makes me think of school, and therefore I will not write about it in any great detail.
Trees are green and they grow from where dirt used to be. They hide the sky and they are overrated.