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She wondered slowly around the park, deliberately stopping every fun minutes to stretch our her arms and then fingers and breathe in the air. He ruffled skirt moved ever so softly with the breeze. The smell of sweet times long gone, the only remnant a shy echo drifting through the air...
The man burst out every which ways with bodacious attitude. Killer sideburns, a smile that could blow the mind of every teenage girl within a 5 mile radius, not to mention the curious drawl that seemed to have a life of its own. Johhny had finally arrived.
Honey, can you pick up something for me on the way home?
Yes, but nothing too heavy, I have to join the girls for jogging later on tonight.
Oh, yes that sounds alright I guess.
No, wait. How about a Pretzel?!
word: mahjong
In imperial palaces during the Ming dynasty, it was common for nobles to play with jade carvings arranged in a rectangular board. Over time, this evolved to what we know of as modern Mahjong. What once was restricted to the elite subsequently spread through all of society, from rich trophy wife down to noodle seller on the street.
He had the sly, killer look. Beneath it was a calculating and dangerous mind, full of plans and things to make happen. He had the power, he had the domestic.
Beautiful Brazilian lady is dancing the cha cha cha
Her hair is flowing and swaying
Her hips are rumbling up a tropical storm
Thick lips full of passion for living
And a mole of desire gracing her juicy face
He put down the phone, confused and frustrated at himself. He was a grown man, an adult specimen of the species, surely able to control his urges primal instincts. Yet he found himself sorely tempted by her sultry tones and wicked laughter. Things wouldn't be the same from now on.
Cats are such curious creatures. They live life full of lethargy twinged with spurts of actions. They gladly ignore their human captors yet snuggle at times. Who knows what is happening inside their curious little heads.
There lies a whole sea of abandoned lives. Not on purpose mind you, just lost and unable to be rescued, back into the warmth and comfort of the present. Oh this doesn't happen nowadays, with advanced location technology and retrieval at the snap of a finger.
This doesn't help the forgotten ones though. We think of them and lower our eyes in silent respect. The colors they used to bring to life, hidden.
A tropical oasis, a place filled with life and activity. Breathe in the smells, the vibrant soul of the wasteland. Dismissed as a pile of trash by the overlords, it gave rise to a new hope for the millions of impoverished, a virtual gold rush for the poor yet eager hordes.
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