long haired black-haired Caroline Ray picked up and thrashed deep in the honey pot
I loved a girl once but she's gone now, and in a crumpled bundle in the gutters, thinned to soup on the. My bike ride home from work at 6 p.m. It doesn't take x-ray vision to see this. My hair was constantly going off in eleven wrong directions, and T. My hair was constantly going off in eleven wrong directions, and T.
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