Created on May 15, 1997.
Peeling out and tearing down the street, the day had gone on for hours, I could no longer avoid only to end poorly. a jaundiced companion... & more importantly, are you ticklish? Only on my skin. The diseased imbibement that flies, wildly crashing into the parade : a pack of words and letters, led by a confused marshal.
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