Hinders a mountain lion swept north agrass fresh water turtles. The maiden, Greta, holy countineous karber of related fashion. Glory to the King of the Bees, to have conquered the queens, the parlocious divas of Hell's bed. No, nothing knew of deceit like the wolf. His time was coming for the final bite. The Houndstooth coat of a Burberry track. No wonder she could finally grab hold to her own thoughts. If love was a starter pack, rie the eighty piece chess board. Love knows no bounds, to the weak mouse, simile. The turtle and lion know each other rather well, both Kharese, both enduring ever after. Cloud city.
xoxoxo,
Kharese
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