In Which the Lover Complains Bitterly While Crossing a Desert

How to get it flowing again? I tried to ask my neighbor but he was on his way to prison and couldn’t help. Later, no one showed up to the game despite a lack of bombardment. You start to feel like you can’t even rely on your own fingernails. And these scars don’t even get me a small discount.

As if you found a penguin on your balcony in the middle of summer but before you could open your mouth it’s swept away by a hawk. All the same, the vegetable patch managed to wither again this year, much like

When I can’t remember how to spell a word I make a small, approximate scribble and hope I’ll never have to go back. Anyway, by the time anyone checks we should be long gone.


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