mkablam
No longer daft, the dapper door-boy dealt deftly.
Weeping for a wistful while, she wiped her tears with her wrists of years.
"Good God, Grace got great!" Greg guffawed.
Undetermined, the undetected underling undulated underneath the underpass.
Selling stories of secretive nature, she succumbed to the salaciousness of their sensuality.
Dissolve your sorrow - this too shall pass.
"Brrr," the burros burrowed from the breeze.
He drew her breath into himself, growing more attracted with every molecule of her.
"Who gives a hoot about those old boots?" asked the coots.
Beware of the affair of the au pair and the so-called fair Blair.
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