Victorias-World
It was bobbing up and down as the sea got rougher and rougher. A barrel bobbing up and down with the waves as it waited for the day it would reach the shore, or get smashed to pieces.
Sure, I'll do that for you. I'll do whatever you want, just don't do it. I'll do anything if you won't do it. I don't know what I could ever do without you. Sure, I love you. Sure I'll do anything.
The officers were at the door.
"Open up it's the police!"
I couldn't do it again. I couldn't go back there again.
"I didn't do anything wrong!"
I didn't do anything wrong.
Her pretty pink dress was soiled. She was sigting there in the mud absolutely covered in the muck of the pig pen. Tears forming rivers on her face.
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