To the devious hands of the maitre'd.
To the stain thought left in a crushed bag.
To the enmity vowel bald as a whippet.
Chlorine is here to purify your alter fact-traces. cuticle the dolorous 'scene' . glob the payroll. SMEG its own tiles. So, therefore, wipe for a breathe-through & join this relate. You'll not sorrow long.
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Thursday, 23 April 2009
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