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Broccoli of the fields, waiting for the italian dressing to flow down from the sky. Dancing in the meantime...
I am a demon from hell. My name is bleak. what i touch is soon ruined. come here a minute...
She knew I hated that thing. It didn't go with the rest of our house. It was a jab from her to me. It screamed that she wasn't satisfied. With me, our house, our whole life.