Dancing Cat

Good Morning, Girls! With noon on the animy, I believe time has passed against us in beauty synapses. So, here's today's story.

I onced believed in myself nonchalantly. With animality and shoe-laced forah, I suppose one would say I was a Dreamer. The shifts of clouds in princely pink, the sun of obulense and obery, Kate and Rori, a nightingale, bluebearded bluebird. Nihelheim and Gimginger, the lore of a beauty queen begins with humbly charismas. Love Janes.

xoxoxoxo,

Lord Meowra

Charese Cochran